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....it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats, it's a bass that turns and a drum that beats.
This is the classic record that needs to be listened to from the end to be understood. A circular record, circular like a blues, obsessive like its author, full of mental spaces and so simple in its guitar, bass, and drum playing, or rather just guitar and voice, as in the most intimate moments of the record (On The Steps Of The Cathedral). So basic that even live, these days in Bologna and Milan, it resonates simple but intense and full, without leaving any response space to a listener.It is a splendid obsession, this brief album of just thirty minutes, which once finished, must start over again to be fully absorbed. Repeated sound compositions that spin on themselves like the bass loops of "Sleep With Me" or the guitar riffs of "Clear Spot", never tiring the ear of those who let themselves be carried away by this intimate sonic journey.
"Message To Mine" seems to echo, in a dark version, the best Beatle-esque Oasis, but then after the ballads, it’s Keni Richards' piano that provides a solitary sonic counterpoint to Mark's hoarse voice in "Lexington slow down," and it feels like listening to the best Nick Cave.
The dirty blues that always resonates, sometimes asking for a thought to Tom Waits ("Wish You Well"), sometimes a toxic piano chord to Cave or a guitar loop to Lou Reed, drags me into the whirlwind of dark, obsessive, circular passions, in a loop that endlessly restarts and never ends in "Sleep With Me", where Lanegan, giving his best, invites us to watch over a nightmare that plays, plays, plays and repeats itself like a bass that turns and a drum that beats, like a bass that turns and a drum that beats, like a bass that turns and a drum that beats, like a bass that turns and a drum that beats, like a bass that turns and a drum that beats, like a bass that turns and a drum that beats, like a bass that turns and a drum that beats, like a bass that turns and a drum that beats....
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Summary by Bot
This review praises 'Here Comes That Weird Chill' as a hypnotic and obsessive album where simple guitar, bass, and drum create a dark, intimate soundscape. The album's circular structure demands repeated listens for full appreciation, with echoes of Nick Cave, Tom Waits, and Lou Reed. Live performances retain the album's intensity, making it a captivating experience for fans of dark blues and indie rock.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
03 Clear Spot (03:39)
Had to run so far to find a clear spot
Sun's all hottin' in the rotten hot
Swamp's all rotten and stinkin', buh
Vegetation's hot
Sleepin' in the bayou in an old rotten cot
Can't find my kind of folks havin' fun
Have to run, run, run, run
Run to find a clear spot
Cave shattered down on the sun baked ground
Mosquitoes 'n moccasins, steppin' all around
'fraid I'm gonna get hit
Sun's all hottin' and a rotten hot
Vegetation's hot
Sleepin' in the bayou on an old rotten cot
Can't find my kind of folks havin' fun
I gotta run, run, run, run
Run to find a clear spot
Cave shattered down on the sun baked ground
Mosquitoes 'n moccasins, steppin' all around
And I'm gonna get hit
'fraid I'm gonna get hit
I run so far to find a clear spot
Afraid I'm gonna get hit
Mark Lanegan
Mark Lanegan (1964–2022) was an American singer-songwriter and the lead vocalist of Screaming Trees, also known for a long solo career spanning dark folk, blues, and alternative rock, and for his memoir Sing Backwards And Weep.21 Reviews
