I've been spending the past hour or so working my way through this soundtrack to Todd Haynes' Dylan movie, I'm Not There. I must admit to a bit of scepticism about the film, having actively despised Haynes' Velvet Goldmine, and been faintly terrified by the convoluted plotting and detail that was reported here.
Strange to think that a format should have been so exciting, but when Sonic Youth’s Daydream Nation emerged in 1988, among the intriguing things about it was that it was a double album.
With the double albums that me and my friends played at the time – this would have been Electric Ladyland, The Song Remains The Same, if I’m honest Focus 3 – part of their mystique derived from the fact they were from another era.
Apologies for the lack of blogging action these past couple of days. I have a stack of excuses - perilous deadlines, aborted radio interviews, leaving the Super Furry Animals album at home, that sort of thing, as if you care. I'll try and write something about Super Furry Animals' "Hey Venus" in the next couple of days, as well as Richard Hawley, Caribou, Rilo Kiley, that Jason Isbell record I've been meaning to do something about for a month, and so on.
A fetish nurse cover shot that could've been lifted from a Jim Thompson paperback. A regular flicker between white noise and mellow, Jefferson Airplane circa Volunteers melody... It could only be the return of Thurston Moore, Kim Gordon, Lee Ranaldo, Steve Shelley and their incumbent guru Jim O'Rourke. Having squared up as aggravating aural elders, the Youth sound rejuvenated as they alternate between Stoogey metal rattlers like "Pattern Recognition" or the fetish-laden "Dripping Dream" and irate hippie singalongs.