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. "Unmade Bed" and "Kim Gordon And The Arthur Doyle Hand Creme" are as intriguing as anything off the brilliant Daydream Nation. Only their long service medals preclude one from dishing out more stars and bars. Sonic Youth? They're just so goddamn professional.
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. “Unmade Bed” and “Kim Gordon And The Arthur Doyle Hand Creme” are as intriguing as anything off the brilliant Daydream Nation. Only their long service medals preclude one from dishing out more stars and bars. Sonic Youth? They’re just so goddamn professional.
