pixies
Pixies went lyrically straight for the libido, the id ("run outside in the desert heat, get your dress all wet and send it to me"), and musically went straight for the viscera, jolting your muscles, frazzling your synapses and jangling your nerve-endings. This, in every sense, was/is body music. No band has ever made me feel quite so animalistic...
...They were, intrinsically and overtly, about sex, violence, rage and desire, the very essence of rock'n'roll.
On Monday night I was fortunate enough to go see the Pixies play at Festival Hall. They played some Bsides then the entirety of Doolittle with some other aces songs as an encore. I say I was fortunate because this band makes me feel fucking lucky to be alive. So fucking lucky to be alive when they exist. So fucking lucky that they reformed and toured, so lucky that I could go see them.
...They were, intrinsically and overtly, about sex, violence, rage and desire, the very essence of rock'n'roll.
On Monday night I was fortunate enough to go see the Pixies play at Festival Hall. They played some Bsides then the entirety of Doolittle with some other aces songs as an encore. I say I was fortunate because this band makes me feel fucking lucky to be alive. So fucking lucky to be alive when they exist. So fucking lucky that they reformed and toured, so lucky that I could go see them.