A revisit to the sacred halls of Redbrick, for a crack at the new Essential Albums feature. It had that classic cinematic One Last Job feel to it, where I got to play the disgruntled vet. With eyes squinted, I sit at a rusty typewriter and begin:


“Some bands write songs full of sub­text and allu­sion, plead­ing for some­one to crack their heads open and see just how clever it all is in there. Not the Pix­ies. Their best songs shoot past at a hundred-miles-per-hour in a cloud of gibberish. All that pon­cey stuff was left to the lis­ten­ers and jour­nal­ists.”

And true to form, that’s exactly what I do.

Check the rest out on the probably-award-winning Redbrick website.

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