As surely as yesterday's tracks show a less visited side of the 1980s, here's one from the days when college rock did in fact have something to do with the intellectual ambitions of both bands and audiences. Not that it doesn't rock. And not without a charming earnestness that looks fondly on an imaginary utopia of Anglophilic power pop. A nice shade of California love.
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Thursday, November 3, 2011
Any vows on lovers' leap
As surely as yesterday's tracks show a less visited side of the 1980s, here's one from the days when college rock did in fact have something to do with the intellectual ambitions of both bands and audiences. Not that it doesn't rock. And not without a charming earnestness that looks fondly on an imaginary utopia of Anglophilic power pop. A nice shade of California love.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Three o'clock high
Like magic and pornography, the question of the perfect pop song defies rational debate. Encountering one demands a pause to consider the accomplishment — the elements fitting in just the right places, the decisions all wise, the ending that comes just soon enough to make you want to hear it right over again. Some physicists talk about multiple universes happening in parallel, and I think each must have its own perfect pop song, or maybe several, depending on the subcultures. In the cosmos of early-'80s cool-dork America, this is the anthem I stand up for.
The Three O'Clock - On My Own
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