Heaven or Hell?
Review: "Sage Francis [ft. Will Oldham]: "Sea Lion"
Heartbreaking, mournful rap should replace that cross-eyed, corporate-co-opted crunk. There ought to be clubs where people just weep on each other, and if you want to freak out, you could go into a panic room. Sage and Bonnie have concocted a hip-hop track that sounds like an outtake from a post-Kid A version of Bob Dylan'sDesire. Francis fans in need of a reference point should consult Sixtoo's epically hesitant production on Personal Journals. Oldham fans should imagine if the two Tweaker collaborations were... better.
Prince Billy sounds so stoned that Nancy Reagan's grave must be roiling; he lilts and moans like he did on Joya, and for once, my rockist tendencies submit to his perverse/prankish genre pluralism. Francis intones as if his lyrics are the most profound diary entries ever composed, yet he doesn't seem overbearing, though his panting comes off a tad "acted" by now. How is this a dance song about worrying about what (the idea of) Mom thinks about one's adulthood? Is Oldham's chorus claiming that performance of music is inherently psychedelic/psychological? I hereby predict that people will make sad babies to this one, as it will inspire sad Crooked-Fingers-caliber sex. [William Bowers; November 8th, 2004]"
Tommy? Whatcha got to say about that? You heard it?
Heartbreaking, mournful rap should replace that cross-eyed, corporate-co-opted crunk. There ought to be clubs where people just weep on each other, and if you want to freak out, you could go into a panic room. Sage and Bonnie have concocted a hip-hop track that sounds like an outtake from a post-Kid A version of Bob Dylan'sDesire. Francis fans in need of a reference point should consult Sixtoo's epically hesitant production on Personal Journals. Oldham fans should imagine if the two Tweaker collaborations were... better.
Prince Billy sounds so stoned that Nancy Reagan's grave must be roiling; he lilts and moans like he did on Joya, and for once, my rockist tendencies submit to his perverse/prankish genre pluralism. Francis intones as if his lyrics are the most profound diary entries ever composed, yet he doesn't seem overbearing, though his panting comes off a tad "acted" by now. How is this a dance song about worrying about what (the idea of) Mom thinks about one's adulthood? Is Oldham's chorus claiming that performance of music is inherently psychedelic/psychological? I hereby predict that people will make sad babies to this one, as it will inspire sad Crooked-Fingers-caliber sex. [William Bowers; November 8th, 2004]"
Tommy? Whatcha got to say about that? You heard it?
4 Comments:
Sounds like my cup of tea.
I´ll have a look at soulseek.
http://www.epitaph.com/bands/index.php?id=410
buy it?
The part where Oldham sings sounds great, he really sounds more stoned than ever. It´s a really short track.
The drums sounds kinda tacky and Sage Francis sounds like he´s really just talking really fast, I like Sage Francis, but sometimes he´s just talking, not using his voice like an instrument.
Hopefully this inspires Oldham to start branching out a bit on his own music. Isn´t he playing it kinda safe?
It stinks.
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