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by Zseni 12/15/2004, 10:57am PST |
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Here, at everyone's favorite "guess my references" fagbot fuckfest.
Xiu Xiu: "Fleshettes"
I recommend this tune as lobby-fodder for museums on houseboats serving moldy cheese and microwaved wine. Okay, okay, I get it: At the beginning, Jamie Stewart is invoking Apocalypse Now-- the helicopterish/machine-gun noise and the trippy strum-- I'm randy for a skree-dance assault-- but wait, the rest of the track lingers on the soft side of the niche whose deep tanning booths only Xiu Xiu occupies: coma-jazz. And damn if Stewart hasn't coaxed his indulgent art-damage into heeding the plea of that worried portion of his audience holding the signs that read, "Please Don't Become the Next Joan of Arc".
Subject matter: Let's just say this is another Xiu2 song concerned, elliptically, with meat and fatherhood. The hushed, outre-jalopy musicianship keeps pace with Marc Ribot's better work for Tom Waits, or insinuates a Gastr del Sol with more allegiance to trauma than to intellect. Stewart's fragmented lyrics are delivered the way one sings while sprawling on the kitchen floor (or the way one sings when one runs out of Charmin and has to use Cling Free). The refrain, "I'll turn from a girl into a boy," is a thing of, duh, awkward beauty. "Fleshettes" seems like the missing piece of Fabulous Muscles, completing the playset that your parents put together, and then tear apart. Turtleneck sold separately. [William Bowers; November 29th, 2004] |
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