Moe
Tucker: i spent a week there the other night (Sky B000006K88)
Moe’s greatest (to date)...as well as the “secret”
Velvet Underground reunion that was far, far better than
the “real thing” that - now, sadly - can never,
ever, happen again... What more do we need, eh - a full-scale
bloody critique of corporate America from the genuine
cutting edge of the Wal-Mart floor, honest approaches
to time-management or, yet again, some other take at a
Velvets classic?
Well...yes - we do get all of that - and a hell of a
lot more. So - this one, at least, we should all of us
have...and cherish.
And, as well (just by the way) - it’s also the meanest/sanest
“punk rock” album I’ve ever heard.
Bar none.
Because no-one else has so prosaically confronted the
real guts of modern “employed” life in the West
as Moe. “Just plain lazy” is what we all are,
it seems... But, Maureen Tucker - in herself - also happens
to be one of the very best songwriter/bandleaders ever...and,
if you doubt me, just try blue, all the way to Canada...“they
say the Cheyanne were partial to Chrystlers: for the Chrystler
is a well-travelling car.”
Now...that’s what I call modern lyricism!
And so, from all of this - of course - you immediately
know that you’re in good hands. And Moe’s’ll
never let you down. As well, she also lets us see what
we’ve missed since god knows when.
And then, of course...there’s i’m not...
Which damn-well beats the “official” thing
hollow.
And, as time thickens...and all the old four are present
- the reverberations strike - and I can’t help hearing
this as the great lost track from their first LP...the
freshness, the confronting rhythm/lead enmeshment that
reached back to influence forward...it’s all there.
And here, thankfully, we can actually taste (again) what
was lost...
...or waiting for the man - dissolved - as in a grain
of sand...
John Henry Calvinist
