McCarthy were the germ of the not very appreciated in these parts Stereolab. Combined a light pop with lyrics compromised, politicized, visionary pop shock, necessary, vital, occasionally beautiful and brutal at the same time ( Now is the time for tough / Nothing will stop them now / It's time for a hand hard / We been soft for a long time ) to bring hope and combatibidad in the darkest decades of Thatcherite.
With a soft pop path (in the C86 wave, or the Smiths) but with a trivial content, not at all soft, but full of things that needed to be said, McCarthy was an iron fist wrapped in velvet glove . Did not see the punch coming. But let you groggy.
In this album, the music becomes a little sharper, more akin to cutting Madchester, as baggy later, darker and aggressive than his earlier work, according to a pessimistic lyrics lucid trusses that form a tapestry acidity, despair, ironic observation that today, years later, it remains valid. That look, 21 years ago, the crisis, cuts, and then defeats, may shed light on the crisis particularly depressing today.
From the title, going by the names of songs (especially in cases of And Tomorrow the Stock Exchange Will Be the Human Race and Get a Knife Between Your Teeth, seem to songs written today), there is here a collection of Manichean proclamations for nothing. There are tow for everyone. While a legion of musicians retire to the place of art for art, and the Protestants of the 60s are revisited with condescension, sarcasm, or irony, in his "innocence" or radical, as fast as some have aged (badly), it is comforting to see the absolute validity of a hard political air.
This is the soundtrack of the disaster, and full of really beautiful, a scream torn so small wounds inflicted, and returns to inflict far.
Another Review.
With a soft pop path (in the C86 wave, or the Smiths) but with a trivial content, not at all soft, but full of things that needed to be said, McCarthy was an iron fist wrapped in velvet glove . Did not see the punch coming. But let you groggy.
In this album, the music becomes a little sharper, more akin to cutting Madchester, as baggy later, darker and aggressive than his earlier work, according to a pessimistic lyrics lucid trusses that form a tapestry acidity, despair, ironic observation that today, years later, it remains valid. That look, 21 years ago, the crisis, cuts, and then defeats, may shed light on the crisis particularly depressing today.
From the title, going by the names of songs (especially in cases of And Tomorrow the Stock Exchange Will Be the Human Race and Get a Knife Between Your Teeth, seem to songs written today), there is here a collection of Manichean proclamations for nothing. There are tow for everyone. While a legion of musicians retire to the place of art for art, and the Protestants of the 60s are revisited with condescension, sarcasm, or irony, in his "innocence" or radical, as fast as some have aged (badly), it is comforting to see the absolute validity of a hard political air.
This is the soundtrack of the disaster, and full of really beautiful, a scream torn so small wounds inflicted, and returns to inflict far.
Another Review.
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