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Love also keeps the rest of the band captive. Rats, a typical Lee Ranaldo composition, places a link between the virmin of New York and a love who's unfaithfull (no, they don't have the wiskers in common). The dangers of losing yourself in love is also touched upon by Thurston Moore: the fantastic Incinerate, which has the best lyrics on the album, at once a report of a high conflicting passion and a jump into the soul of a suicide terrorist: 'You dosed my soul with gasoline/You flicked a match into my brain. Just for a second the guitars roar like jet engines.
Superficial sex is due in Sleepin Around: while the noise evolves in the background, Thurston tickles the bourgeois' moral (Sleepin around all over town/What will the neighbours say) It's no coincidence that Mr and Mss Moore moved from New York to Massachusetts recently.
The longest song on the record, the with threath impregnated Pink Steam (named after the erotic classic by Dodie Bellamy), is lovely old skool Sonic Youth, be it without the howling feedback or heavy rock.
The whole cd does also sound much cleaner and more straight then can be expected from Sonic Youth. Not untill after a few listenings can you hear the weid elements, effects and twisted changes hidden in the sound, still all colored within the lines of the conventional. Not doing at what your best at is a sin.
The worst fans are dissapointed fans. Just ask columbian defender Andres Escobar, who scored a goal in own net and was shot ten days later in his father country.
We'll just shoot up in anger and keep it at two stars.
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