Another inbetweener. Too jagged for the radio; too hooky for art rock. Right in Songblague's sweet spot. Then there's Wedren's voice. Polarizing, to say the least. I always thought he sounded best when caterwauling on top of the twisted guitar pummel. This album started his drift toward explicit pop; not surprisingly, it signaled the end of the band.
This is a track that I can't help but keep falling for. I never know what he's talking about, but phrases like "the cream of California" suggest unsavory intentions. And yet kind of sleazily inviting. To quote another indie vet—sweeter than a drop of blood on a sugarcube.
This is a track that I can't help but keep falling for. I never know what he's talking about, but phrases like "the cream of California" suggest unsavory intentions. And yet kind of sleazily inviting. To quote another indie vet—sweeter than a drop of blood on a sugarcube.
Shudder To Think - Call of the Playground
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