I am reminded of the words of one critic upon reviewing Joseph Heller’s maddeningly magnificent mind-fuck of a novel, Catch-22. In what was intended as an insult but to me feels like an affirmation of Heller’s approach the comment was made that it seemed “not so much written as shouted onto a page”.
Fabulous, re-affirmative stuff and should be the sound of your summer.
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This is a hell of a record: once you allow its subtleties to creep up on you, you will be addicted, mark my words.
The rule in Europe is that you finish your drink BEFORE you go into a bar. In N.A. it’s the other way around. I am always amazed that such a simple change in thinking can have such a profound effect on the people you meet.
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The tracks on Submarine, infused as they are with melancholy, weepy chords and muted delivery allow that feel of kitchen sink, small town romance are also very reminiscent of fellow Sheffield lad Richard Hawley.
II really feels as if it has no time for the listener: but in a good, healthy, no baggage way, you ken?
So, to sum up, a great record, beautifully presented with fabulous artwork from Savage Pencil. Just like old times.
Pearson may be broken by life and deserted by his god but, like the best purveyors of grim, can turn out a mordant couplet that suggests that there is a hint of sunshine behind the clouds.
A Mogwai gig is still one of the very best reasons that exists to risk a bout of tinnitus
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