The Good, The Bad and The Folky

It really is like Bonnie prince bily and Matt Sweeny and Baby Dee just got together in this freak folk vigillante posse, and decided to run those young devendra banhart/ coco rosie punks out of town.
After they send the vagrants off crying they sit around the saloon going back to their card games and bourbon. Baby Dee sits down at the piano and improvises a rag about the whole thing while thurston moore sits in the corner with a sourpuss face because although they let him drink in the same bar, everytime he tries to join in their card games, they make some joke about madonna. Then Baby Dee flashes her tits at him and he gets all embarassed.

All this is heading to where i talk about the Baby Dee album, which unless the cover art is spectacular and theres a shot of her crotch or something you’re not going to buy. It’s a shame bacause its one of those records you need to listen too say more than once in your life before it gets buried on your hard drive.


I really like the current 93 stuff, but david tibet has got this annoying fucking habit of making similies really obvious. Like, “The Whirls of Laughter, like Whirlpools” Really David? you didn’t work so hard on that one did you?

But really neither you or i give a fuck about a bit of halfarsed lyric writing when his record have more talent on them than a Chinese secondary school.
The best song is the one about albinos (is she an albino?) and there isn’t a bad one. Andrew W fucking K is on it somewhere as well, drumming, or philosophising or something. It’s strange how everything he said a few years ago sounded like blah blah stoner logic, but now he’s some kind of a guru. Maybe he always was and what do i know.

So now the Wild West New Freak Folk Posse are riding down into your town on tour, and unless you’ve fucking earned that beard, i’d shave it off before you venture onto their turf.

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