Spoon
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I do not want to write about this. It's so fucking stupid. Everyone on the planet knows that Spoon doesn't need me. Spoon is more than capable of unleashing their diabolical (?) plan for world domination without me typing a single, here it comes, FUCKING word.
Let me ask you some questions.
Do you like music...specifically (but not limited to) the genre of rock music?
Then you would like Spoon.
If anyone likes pop music and then listens to Spoon they would like it. But here is where the "kicker" comes in. Spoon doesn't even care. They're not trying to get you to like them! All they wanna do is make music THEY like. Isn't that the same crazy equation that rose Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones, and THE BEATLES to fame?
Please God, let enough people who like music listen to Spoons' music so they can like Spoon and make them world famous.
Please let enough people hear Britt Daniels and his band tear through ten (or at least eight) of his best songs ever.
I don't know why that person is holding a cherry bomb or why Britt Daniels cares I'm too busy dancing. The way those jingle bells jingle so brightly, the horn section evades its loser status and Britt telling us to "come on!" randomly from the stratosphere. I'll tell you something, it's a wonderfully simplistic and freeing experience. Rather than trying to escape their own musical restraints like this other brilliant band (Deerhunter), Spoon does it by embracing their own simple musicality. To them it's just a bunch of beats and strings and chords--but that's a beautiful thing too! No effects pedal required. "The Ghost of you Lingers" is instant proof, using a simple four chord piano progression, mike echoes, and simple tape delays to produce one of the most oddly original songs in years. And of course nothing beats the incomparable "Finer Feelings". From the first seconds it grandly sweeps you to some holy and wonderful summer in the back of Britts mind in which he fiercely pursues love. Almost all of the details are missing but that's what perfectly balanced hand claps, rain makers, and percussion are for: helping you create the details yourself. So make fuckin' way people, the band is coming through. They're making quick ground to the top of Mt. Domination so put your headphones on.
It's time for you to fall in love.
-Andre Harris, 2008
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