Richard Kostelanetz does an admirable job in pulling together a cohesive representation of Philip Glass through the individual collective of the critic’s eye.
What I would like to add at this point is that the news about Americans distrusting a sexually active man is the door into the White House which I’ve been eagerly awaiting. I am 35 years old and a natural-born citizen of the United States. I’ve been impotent for years.
And while the layered girl vocals teeter close to B-52’s territory, the pounding drums and distorted roar of lead bass remind you this is rock-yer-ass rock.
An interior designer, a donut shop manager, a creepy woman in a white BMW with child in tow, and a pair of gay hit men smuggling weapons in their golf bags…
Just can’t get over the bored smugness. Jangly guitar preening effortlessly to oblivion, lyrics about things I’m either not cool or stoned enough to understand.
Sticking by their “unity” ideology, light-hearted melodic tendencies, and overall fun/energetic vibe, their records have been getting better and better.