Tucker: i spent a week there the other night (Sky B000006K88)
Moes 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
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
And, as well (just by the way) - its also the meanest/sanest
punk rock album Ive ever heard.
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...thats what I call modern lyricism!
And so, from all of this - of course - you immediately
know that youre in good hands. And Moesll
never let you down. As well, she also lets us see what
weve missed since god knows when.
And then, of course...theres im not...
Which damn-well beats the official thing
And, as time thickens...and all the old four are present
- the reverberations strike - and I cant 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...its all there.
And here, thankfully, we can actually taste (again) what
...or waiting for the man - dissolved - as in a grain
John Henry Calvinist