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Rating: Who, after loving them, does not miss them now? With the shortage of ideas circulating, especially if traditional instruments like bass, guitar, drums, and vocals are used? I am talking about the Pixies, of course. She, Kim Deal, was the bassist, and after the band's dissolution announced by Black Francis with a conclusive album titled unmistakably ("Death To The Pixies"), she devoted herself to various projects, first and foremost the Breeders along with her sister Kelley. This is the third album after "Pod," a great continuation of the Pixies' spirit, and "Last Splash" (featuring one of the most beautiful songs of the past decade, "Cannonball"), here comes the new, unexpected return almost nine years after the last record release. The production is by Steve Albini, and immediately you can hear the tin-sounding drums and the incredibly acidified guitar, with the vocals mixed much lower than the instruments, etc. At first listen, it reminds me of PJ Harvey during the "Dry" era, even though those looking for "Cannonball" will probably be disappointed, and those wanting a Pixies revival will only be satisfied with the beautiful "Sinister Foxx." The song "The She" is beautiful, almost lo-fi in style, like Stereolab. Overall, it is a refined album, you can tell a lot of effort was put into it, meticulously caring for details leaving nothing to chance. Credit should be given to this group: they fill that gap between nu-metal and D'n'B. And at least a few ideas emerge...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Off You (04:55)
I've laid this island sun a thousand times
I'm on it
But I'm going strange
This island's chills and shell cover me
With winded rock
And skies I've yet to see
I tried
I even sent in friends
They did it as a favour
'Cause I'm not that way
I am the autumn in the scarlet
I am the makeup on your eyes
I land to sail
Island sail
Yeah we're movin'
Yeah we're movin'
This island's sun I've laid a thousand times
Fortune me
Fortune me
Of all of my mistakes
I think I lent you late
But I've never seen a startlet
Or a riot or the violence of you
I land to sail
Island sail
Yeah we're movin'
04 The She (04:01)
Ripped off
You smoked the Bible
Rolled it up
Your last breath
Hot on my back
You get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You're not even here
Dear traveller
It's my death
My rhythm
My arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin in the back
Sorrow blowin through the veins
I'm over Houston
You're over the night we met
Dear traveller
The she
Scared electricity
Where no human
Carries a map
You say you gotta burn to shine
But every prism unwinds
A road to ruin
And this tickets mine
Dear traveller
06 Son of Three (02:09)
I got an empty case of wip-its
No more time on the meter.
Daybreak, about face, I think I'm comin'
Cross another county line
Are we there?
Convertible cooking with nitrous,
Crackin' in the air.
I am the sign of Go.
While last nights stars were high,
Now they're popping in the sky.
And the band is jammin' in.
Daybreak, I don't like it.
Better tonight, better for you.
Buzzing with flourescence,
I don't know what it wants from me.
If I find the door,
I am the son of Go.
And the band is movin' in.
That's what you get.
That's what you get
When there's no time left on the meter.
You get an empty case of wip-its
And a boyfriend with a beeper.
12 Huffer (02:08)
Na na na na na na
Ta ah ah ah ah
Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah
Da da da da da da
Dada dada da
Toil toil toil til I get sick
I try reverse, but I'm not that quick.
Chained to the ground, no cryin' for you.
If you want it bad, you gotta steal your own fuel.
Torn, toiled, and troubled.
Da da da da da da
Da da da ah ah
Ah ah
Ah ah
Da da da da da da da da
Da ah da da da!
Toil toil toil til I get sick
I try reverse, but I'm not that quick.
Chained to the ground, no flyin' for you.
If you want it bad, you gotta steal your own fuel.
Torn, toiled, and troubled.
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