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...does not preclude SFA from ambition or from surprising the listener; after all, sudden and often bizarre sonic transitions are a tradition with this band. Take the opener, “Crazy Naked Girls,” which begins with random noise that leads into a simple, maddeningly addictive riff in a manner reminiscent of Pavement’s “Silence Kit.” With crisp, brief, repeated verses and a twin-falsetto chorus—“crazy, crazy, naked girls”—it is a perfect piece of fuzz pop that...
...shimmering synths and brutal drum machine beats of opener “The Feeling.” Spasmodic guitars and tidy handclaps round out the atmosphere. “It Don’t Move Me” carries over the same handclaps, placing them over a piano riff borrowed from Björk’s “Human Behaviour.” Like PB&J’s last album, “Living Thing” is marked by propulsive and insistent percussion, but here the rhythm section is mixed even further to the forefront, often...
...Meloy’s grief-stricken melody.Several songs are not as versatile as the aforementioned cuts, contrivances seemingly designed only to set up a given mood, build the suspense, or introduce a new character. For instance, “A Bower Scene” consists of a single guitar riff that seems to be more like a long introduction to the next song to come. With its thumping power chords that build and regress, the track is designed only to give the story a treacherous feel and create tension as the narrative begins. When it eventually erupts into a bombastic...
...rapacious South African businessman, and Felix Teitlebaum, a melancholy soul who pines for Eckstein's sensuous wife. Others are produced as parts of multiscreen installations in which eight or more unfurl simultaneously on all four gallery walls. So in 7 Fragments for Georges Mlis, his semicomical riff on the artist in his studio, we see Kentridge climbing a ladder on one screen (and tumbling down), pacing on another and ripping apart a life-size drawing of himself on yet another...
...Brian Eno and Daniel Lanois as not only producers, but fellow songwriters. What makes this album so disappointing is that the past half-decade has ultimately yielded a cohesive and dense group of songs, but not an exciting record.The churning title track opens the album with a catchy, upbeat riff over a wash of twinkling electricity, providing a level of intensity the subsequent tracks fail to maintain. The song explodes over pounding drums that grow more distant behind the whirling backdrop of fuzz. The lyrics, punctuated by Bono’s floating woah-oh harmonies, get sillier, hinting...