"But there was nothing about the little, low-rambling, more or less identical homes of Northumberland Estates to interest or to haunt, no chance of loot that would be any more than the ordinary, waking-world kind the cops hauled you in for taking; no
small immunities, no possibilities for hidden life or otherworldly presence; no trees, secret routes, shortcuts, culverts, thickets that could be made hollow in the middle – everything in the place was right out in the open, everything could be seen at a glance; and behind it, under it, around the corners of its houses and down the safe, gentle curves of its streets, you came back, you kept coming back, to nothing; nothing but the cheerless earth."
Thomas Pynchon, "The Secret Integration"
This is Ian Mathers' Tumblr. I live in Canada. I've written about music and other things for Stylus, PopMatters, Resident Advisor, the Village Voice, and a few other places. Hi.
No band can stay exciting forever. This is not to say either that long-running bands can’t stay interesting, change their sound in a positive way or anything like that. It also doesn’t mean that every band can or should be “exciting” in the first place. What we’re talking about here is as much or more social than it is musical; there are always new bands to get excited about, just because they’re new.
At the same time, bands can either keep repeating themselves (to almost inevitably diminishing returns) or expand their sound somehow. When you’re Superchunk, a band originally known as much for its high-velocity snarl and snark as anything else, the latter option means at least some of the time you’re going to replace speed and aggression with something more nuanced but potentially less immediately gripping.
Indoor Living is my favourite Superchunk record, so I jumped at the chance to review the reissue of it for Dusted. It’s been nice to see most reviews of the reissue be so complementary; at the time, nobody really seemed to think much of it, at least as far as I could tell, and it’s a really great record. There is plenty of music from 1997 I love, but few pretty straightforward guitar rock albums from that year, or any, that I find this moving. “I care about the dumbest things” has been a bit of an internal motto for me since I first heard this record, and here I get to compare it to The Wire, so I got that going for me.
I reviewed the new and excellent Picastro album You over at PopMatters. One of the albums of the year for me for sure, and one more people need to hear (I’m doing everything I can think of to help, obviously).