“Fuck this life, I want an afterlife, don’t need this rat
shadow.” Some of it is cloying, but some
of it is pleasantly introverted and subtle.
“Antique Cup” is great. Bedroom
folk, surrender fantasy. Fear, drinking,
sighs of resignation. On the b-side it
says in sharpie, “tiny grandfather clock resting near the window in a
stranger’s house.” I imagine the golden
child, lost & bewildered in enormous rooms.
Or a defeated version of young Bob Dylan, a precocious songwriter who
doubts his will to carry on. I also
think of that Lee Ranaldo lyric, “we watched her fall over and lay down,
shouting the poetic truths of high school journal-keepers.”
--Kevin Oliver
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