someone I know once remarked that s/he finds sleater-kinney difficult to listen to because corrin tucker's vocal style sounds like a cat being jabbed repeatedly with a fork.
I can't for the life of me remember who that was though.
I can't for the life of me remember who that was though.
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Date: 2005-12-30 07:16 pm (UTC)at the current moment i'm listening to the pixies, trompe le monde. frank black/black francis (i love the catholic implications of that name...the anti-saint): another example of a shrill (though *male*), discordant voice that snakes a path from more conventional musical aesthetic expectations, (e.g. "here comes your man," on doolittle, which is practically an early beatles' song for fuck's sake--though i *love* it), to an edge of the nerves openly angry/rebellious/sexual rant *against* conventions like...um...maybe "number 13" or the "god is 7" line from "monkey's gone to heaven," or "bossa nova" on bossa nova. oh, and the guitar break in "i bleed," right where frank and kim do their screamy little minor duet, for an instrumental example. this is just the pixies, but this is one of the things i tend to respond to in most music. and...this kind of creative tension (which is sorta like a musical representation of mental illness, or at the very least cognitive dissonance, i think) is a lot *more* apparent in the pixies music than S-K's, for sure. S-K isn't my favorite band in the world, by any means, BUT...i'll take them over the bobs, thanx. ;-)
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Date: 2005-12-30 07:17 pm (UTC)