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Rating: THE REVIEW
They haven't just been one of the most influential bands of the last fifteen years, the Pixies have also and above all been one of the craziest and most brilliant interpretations of Rock ever; brilliant because few have managed to handle such diverse materials with the same ease as Punk, New wave, Surf, rock'n roll, ska, pure psychedelia, screeching screams and melancholy voices, ultra-distorted guitars and sweet orchestral backdrops, pure and simple songs with deconstructed and incomprehensible tracks.
And it's not just simple stylistic Crossover we're talking about: certainly, the Pixies' rock is not a populist melting pot where anything can coexist; it's instead a music that emerges from a distorted and distorting vision, paranoid, troubled yet wonderfully accomplished: Black Francis best represents his madness in "Dead," a sort of Tribal Rock, darkened by a super distorted voice, and jarring from the sharp guitar riff that violently emerges at a certain point; and alongside it, a melodic ode to surf, complete with a love text (though obviously not too regular) like "Here Comes Your Man", and the magic of the Pixies lies precisely in harmoniously merging two opposites of the genre.
This "harmony of the paradox" basically repeats throughout the whole album: after an abrasive and disconnected rock'n roll like "Debaser", comes the violent Punk of "Tame", but immediately the route changes again with the melodic "Wave of Mutilation". Doolittle transmits a destabilizing lack of balance, yet everything appears completely homogeneous: like "Monkey Gone to Heaven", a soft and melancholy parenthesis, or like the Ska-rock of "Mr. Grieves" that anticipates, a little beyond, the New Wave complete with a Morrisey-like voice of "La La Love You", or again the acid rock of "N.13 Baby" and "Hey" that prelude to the crazy "Silver" and the perfect conclusion of the distorted and desperate lullaby of "Gouge Away". Schizophrenic, distorted, atypical, kaleidoscopic, unique, therefore beautiful.
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Doolittle by Pixies is praised as an influential and brilliant rock album, effortlessly blending diverse genres like punk, surf, and psychedelia. The album's strength lies in its harmonious paradoxes—contrasting distorted screams with melodic tunes. Each track offers a unique twist, making the album a kaleidoscopic and schizophrenic masterpiece. The review highlights Pixies' skill in creating a destabilizing yet homogeneous musical journey that stands out in rock history.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
Pixies
American alternative rock band formed in Boston; core early lineup included Black Francis (vocals/guitar), Joey Santiago (guitar), Kim Deal (bass/vocals) and David Lovering (drums). Late-80s/early-90s records (Surfer Rosa, Doolittle, Bossanova, Trompe le Monde) are widely regarded as highly influential. The band broke up in the early 1990s and reunited in 2004, releasing new albums in the 2010s.27 Reviews
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By sexyajax
The four Pixies lay out a white sheet of black, bitter, cynical irony, and build upon it, brick by brick, a beautiful structure full of irregular corners and angles.
The happy consonance of noise and melody derived from an askew perspective, like through a distorting wide-angle lens, through which rock ’n’ roll is misconstrued with a desecrated fervor bordering on hysteria.
By Laggio
The Pixies were changing the coordinates of garage in a musical manner that would enormously influence the following decade.
With Doolittle, the Bostonian band gets their high school diploma without losing an ounce of the adolescent rage of the previous two, gluing the listener to the speaker.
By MissBlinky
Kim Deal starts decisively with the perfect bass line, followed by a powerful and intense riff and an ever-cryptic text shouted by the degenerated voice of Frank Black.
"The line between genius and madness is very thin."
By gmetti
Because it is simply love at first listen!
Much is owed to them by Nirvana, as well as Blonde Redhead and certainly PJ Harvey.
By lester69
The problem (and the delight) of this album is that you never fully understand it.
I find myself moved like the pimpled teenager I was as I sing Silver at the top of my lungs, not knowing exactly why.
