I do my best to hate the coffee shop scene. That bare legged girl with no makeup and the thrift shop dress whining about a cantaloupe or some strain of bacteria. So studious so intellectual. Makes me want to stab my eye out.
Id much prefer a sweaty filthy tattoo beer scented filth pit full of screaming and blood.
Hell we cant have what we want all the time.
But what happens when I step into the rocknyc confessional?
The New Pornographers have everything I hate in a band all in a tidy package. A simple homely wench with an art school discount rack look. Two million pocket protector wearing bad skinned older than they look argyle types all squished on a stage and playing a fuckin corn can or something.
Carl Newman has an amazing and gorgeous and heart stopping voice.
Literally.
The guy could sing me the ingredients of my shampoo and Id sing along.
There is an element to his vocal style that captures some sensor in my brain and holds it hostage.
If I close my eyes, its euphoric. The lilt the tone the pitch the crackle…..enchanting.
Its nuts
They’re Canadian.
So here we have their video for the song ‘Moves’.
It sucks. Its stupid art school fun with a camera and I think its supposed to be funny.
Its not.
Its telling a story its supposed to be lightly biographical fiction.
Its crap.
But if I close my eyes, its fantastic.
Somethings are better left unseen.
Judge for yourself.