sad, bouncy songs. insanity. battleaxes. zsa zsa gabor. when liquor is what’s for breakfast, lunch and dinner. shirley simms singing like she’s just had twenty quaaludes and was dragged to the studio by her hair (at gunpoint). a lot of distortion.
yes, reader love, the magnetic fields have a new album. and it’s good. and it’s the first thing to surface from stephin merritt’s main (and best) project in four years.
disclaimer: i still wish stephin would kidnap susan amway, persuade her growing cranberries isn’t the best she can do and make her sing his beautiful songs again, but all in all and nevertheless, distortion deserved a small celebratory photoshoot.
