Barbara Manning -- Isn't Lonely Lovely?
Strangely appropriate given my mood: PopMatters profiles Harry Nilsson. The first half is a little clunky, but the microscopic analysis in the second half is right on -- even if the piece kind of trundles awkwardly to a strange conclusion. But, you know, worth reading if you're confused about my (or anyone else's -- get ready for that Walkmen tribute to Pussycats) Nilsson fixation. I was also surprised that the piece kinda just glossed over Nilsson's Randy Newman thing; sometimes I think that Nilsson Sings Newman is my favorite of his albums, maybe even more of a favorite than The Point, which is saying a lot, actually.
Harry Nilsson -- I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City (repost)
Harry Nilsson -- Love Story
Speaking of epic pop music, The Twilight Singers' Powder Burns is worming its way further into my affections this week. Not to be trite, but it really is one of those albums that totally unfurls like a flower upon repeated listening. This is Greg Dulli's naked male pain drenched in gorgeous and lush (but unfussy) production and it's the best Twilight Singers album yet -- and I loved the previous three ("Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair," below, is from She Loves You). The heavy burden of his loss and sorrow is palpable in every song, but this is no mere collection of elegiac tributes to New Orleans or his decade-long drug habit or the memory of his friend Ted Demme -- underneath all those layers of angry, distorted sound, there's hope. Of a sort.
The Twilight Singers -- Forty Dollars (repost)
The Twilight Singers -- Underneath The Waves
The Twilight Singers -- Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair
Random complaint: I hate pieces like Jon Fine's rant about "editor-rock" -- it just seems cheap and kind of mean to post something so snarky and clearly not well-thought out. It's the kind of off-the-cuff writing that's defended more and more as blogging gains wider influence. I'm of the opinion that just because you can dash something off and post it immediately and edit it later, that doesn't give you license to shoot your mouth off.
Oh, and! There's two new songs at The Dears' MySpace page.
And, I have a mighty crush on Mancunian (I adore being able to use that appellation) up-and-comers The Whip. I thought maybe that my obsession with 80's-flavored synth/angular guitar/spanky bass dance punk was on the wane, but I guess not... Dance, my darlings! Dance!
The Whip -- Trash