it's true. he has finally tapped back into something very closely resembling the magic that sprang from his bloodstream. like a hard fall down the stairs, during the reign of the Pixies. sudden. tragic. fast. hard.
his new record, Bloodfinger, gave me the same heart palpitations in the first two songs that the white stripes' Icky Thump did a few months ago.
bass-driven, with lyrics reminiscent of the pixies ("I stood on the dock and you got on your knees / Grand Marnier and a pocket full of speed / We did it all day till we started to bleed”), the memory of which he is obviously pursuing, this is the first frank black black francis record i have given the time of day in over a decade. maybe that's my problem, being close-minded. i saw him under the moniker, Frank Black and the Catholics once, and it was really, truly boring. i didn't even try after that...until now.
maybe charles' insistence on changing his name back to the old and recording anew, has as much to do with the audience's memory and reaction to his brilliance as his own. perhaps this was made really apparent with the pixies movie he panned. unfortunately, and i'm sure this is flat-out offensive to him...but unfortunately, kim deal is necessary to his perfectly unbelievably stirring sound. like two kids who want their parents to get back together, there is no fan who doesn't know these two need each other.
too bad kim's so busy perfecting her perl stitch on her mom's front porch to get back to destroying the music world in the pixies' signature, earth-shattering way.
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