Dead Morrison’s corpse in the singer’s voice. The writer doesn’t have much choice. C’mon along, the piece is nearly done. Have I referenced yet Waiting for the Sun?
Jumping into the saddle of modern electronica, Bowie grabbed the reins and turned the bleeping beast of techno to traverse his fertile fields of creativity.
They aren’t trying to be Goth, they’re just making emotionally strong music that sounds like old Cure, and is just a new sprout on the tree of Rock and Pop.
A poppier, more tasteful blend of 2 AM melancholera, all late-eighties acousticism, non-threatening, spacious arrangements, with Alison Shaw’s airy trills.
These guys combine a truly original sound with a sense of… hey, wait a second! They’re called Bush! Like, you know, a girl’s whozitthingy? That’s so cool!