Happy anniversary to a great, and subtly influential, record!
Life on Earth, the album: Good. Life on Earth, the thing that we’re part of: Jury’s out.
“You could travel the world / But nothing comes close / To the alien coast”
Laurel Hell on Earth, and also in your ears.
Maybe one of the biggest albums of 2021, in literal terms. And figurative.
Records this good don’t just happen overnight, so musicians: Take all the time you need.
Halloween is over, but in my heart and on this record, Halloween is never really over.
The prospects for this album are looking…really good. Unlike this stupid joke.
Happy Halloween, our children and their grandchildren will need to wear hazmat suits to go outside in the future.
What a time to be a Cold War Middle Aged Man.
The Lilly Hiatt reviewer has logged on.
Gonna give away the conclusion here: Music has a lot of power.
I mean, you can forget the saxophone; you had me with that extremely punny name.
An even longer time coming: This blog post. Is it as worth the wait as the album? No.
You might as well stand for yourself, sometimes it seems like no one’s gonna do that for you.
Who knew that a bit of darkness would be such a bother for a bunch of goats?
Amazing how well centuries of fury over a heritage of persecution and extermination can be parlayed into music that sounds this beautiful.
Not “the” Jew, but “a” Jew, though c’mon, there really aren’t that many members of the Tribe in the Sooner State.
An album so stricken with grief that I can’t bring myself to make a witty smartass remark about it here.
A title that supposes normal has ever been normal, though of course nothing is even close to whatever passes as normal, so it’s a wash.