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Mixtape 195 • Epilogue
Andrew Bird always manages to fulfill that craving for pizzicato minimalism.
Andrew Bird always manages to fulfill that craving for pizzicato minimalism.
Bo Diddley may have written tonight’s opening cover, and Spoon may be the one actually performing it, but the spirit of Billy Childish, whose version earworms its way through my head every year or so, is quite strong on the shambling, end-of-the-rehearsal vibe heard here. To the listeners voicing strong opinions about the adorably shrill kids’ story that runs at the top of The Final Hour — your notes have been passed on to Management.