Lauri Adverb – “veering”
To the 1:
I come over drunk, light a cigar in yr bedroom and wait
for you. It’s Friday night, I’m pretty sure we have plans. Like usual.
You get home drunk, you say I’m unexpected. You want me gone. I won’t go.
You smash me to the floor drag me by the hair stop
when you realize
we’re at the edge
of the stairs.
It wasn’t me who called the cops.
Movement (Alone):
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Neil Young & Crazy Horse – “Psychedelic Pill” (2012)
Another take on Neil’s fascinating new album w/ Crazy Horse. This review comes from the great PopMatters website, Oct. 30th, and was written by Dan Mistich…
Psychedelic Pill is Neil Young’s 35th studio album and his second this year with longtime collaborators Crazy Horse. That bears repeating, if for no other reason than even casual listeners of the legend’s corpus know several of his records by heart. The sonic territory on Young’s latest is perhaps a bit too expansive to be considered iconic or essential, but it proves that the 66-year-old rocker shows no signs of slowing down any time soon.
There’s a great deal of nostalgia coursing through Psychedelic Pill both lyrically and sonically. When it comes to guitar tone, no one has quite the consistency that Young has had over his over five decades of studio output. Tonally, guitars sound as bright as they did on Young’s 1975 album with Crazy Horse, Zuma, which will be a pleasant surprise to many who cherish that era of his work. Listeners should be warned, though: this is a long record. Clocking in at almost 90 minutes over two discs, there’s quite a lot of material to handle. And folks should strap in when they listen to Psychedelic Pill. The first track, “Driftin’ Back”, runs in excess of 27 minutes.
“Ramada Inn”, another long song that clock in at over 16 minutes, pays respect to a woman who was with him in the “many joys raisin’ up those kids”, which makes the song a bit of a aural love letter to his wife, Pegi. The searing guitars on this track are especially notable and do the talking when Young pauses from waxing sentimental. Read the rest of this entry »
The Beat Patrol 