Versus guitarist James Baluyut’s “solo project”: A bedroom recording with fuzzy breakbeats and dizzying falsettos, chamber pop melodies and vocal harmonies.
The Pixies have been reincarnated as four art school kids from Chicago. Who would’ve guessed they’d come back louder, wilder, and more pissed than ever?
These songs are sweet and singable but always feel a touch left behind, as if they were penned by a younger artist who didn’t allow her style to mature.
An excursion into Swing-style horns, jazzy anti-ballads, and noir film soundtracks. Anyone looking for balls-out power pop ala ’77 is going to be disappointed.
Imagine a drunk, homeless guy with a voicebox shouting about dwarfs and roosters being accompanied by other drunk homeless guys banging on street signs.