Tuesday, December 30, 2014
The Fall's Motown Era*
If I don't love the Fall like RL Burnside or Flannery O'Conner then grits ain't....
Still...not even I can find the sexy there. Grooves? Yes! Grooves that cut deeper than the Mariana Trench but...sesssy?
No...I don't think so. Soul? It's hard to have Soul when you're laying waste to every thing in your path.
That's where Jonathan Fire* Eater comes in...to give us a glimpse, five seconds maybe...and they flicker out.
"A girl had a seizure there.../she was putting on her make up in the club car/There's make up everywhere...You little Princess"
Is his brother a cross-dresser or a werewolf?
Killed by hype before anybody knew who they were...the hoopla was ridiculous. Matador scoffed...but, only after they'd failed to singed them. They signed to a major label...released a fantastic but unappreciated album and then disappeared.
In the aftermath we got the Walkmen...eh.
*Stax woulda signed 'em.