Little babies? Let’s go!
Women and Children? Let’s go!
Old folks? Let’s go!
I don’t know where we're going!
I listened to the whole thing straight through this morning as I walked to work (it’s a long walk). I think I can narrow my beef with this album down to the string of songs toward the end, “Antichrist Television Blues,” “Windowsill,” and “No Cars Go.” I think the fact that they come in succession, severely weighing down the whole second half of the record, is what bothers me about the album as a whole. It gives the impression that the whole album is more flawed than it actually is. As I walked I was making a little checklist in my mind: “I like this song, I like this song, this song’s okay, this song’s growing on me,” etc. Not until “Antichrist...” did I really start lamenting the lyrics, not to mention I was starting to feel bogged down by the overall sound of the record. By the time I got to “My Body is a Cage,” which has fast become my favorite on the disc, I almost feel sorry for it, since it has to follow the dregs.
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