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The show was good, but weirdly disconcerting, having Bono and Bowie eulogise a band that I never heard either of them mention at the time.
And Travis? Fuck, I don’t hear anything in their songs to suggest that they have even heard a Pixies album, never mind bought and treasured one.
And the live footage was pretty much what I remember, exhilarating but strangely static.
All in all it was great to see airtime being spent on such an awesome band, even though I don’t think the programme really communicated the Pixies as I remember them (mostly because Kim wasn’t interviewed).
Despite this, I actually enjoyed the interviews with Thom Yorke and Polly Harvey, in that it made me remember what it felt like as a 15 year old, having my mind completely blown apart by Surfer Rosa, then put back together by Doolittle a year later (albeit in the wrong order).
I don’t think of their stuff as music that you can actually play or learn.
I don’t even think of people playing instruments at all.
It’s not real.
It’s something encoded in my back brain that makes me very, very satisfied without actually knowing what the fuck it is I’m experiencing:
A dead language.
A broken face.
Pin, buy the damn albums and make yourself whole. |
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