Thanks for posting this. I remember the first time I heard a Cocteau Twins song . . . Jesus, it’s been years now—I think it was Sugar Hiccup—and I’d liken my reaction to Bukowski’s when he’d read Fante for the first time, it being a “wild and enormous miracle to me.” It’s the kind of music that’s worthy of dying next to. I haven’t found the feeling or anything like it since. Although there is a tinge of it in Robin Guthrie’s solo projects.
I was listening to The Fall earlier, another of my constant favourites along with Cocteau Twins. Obviously the musical styles are poles apart, but I couldn’t but wonder what a lyrical collaboration between Liz Fraser’s beautiful gibberish and Mark E Smith’s cut-and-paste ranting would be like. A car crash, probably. But car crashes can be exquisite, especially in slow motion.
Another hellish/heavenly train-wreck collaboration I’ve imagined is U.S. Maple with Cocteau Twins. Al Johnson’s American-alley wheezes under Liz Fraser’s otherwordly trillings:
Alternately: David Yow of The Jesus Lizard with Alison Shaw of Cranes:
In Our Band Could Be Your Life, Michael Azerrad writes that “on the Jesus Lizard albums Albini recorded, singer David Yow sounds like a kidnap victim trying to howl through the duct tape over his mouth; the effect is horrific.”
Thanks for posting this. I remember the first time I heard a Cocteau Twins song . . . Jesus, it’s been years now—I think it was Sugar Hiccup—and I’d liken my reaction to Bukowski’s when he’d read Fante for the first time, it being a “wild and enormous miracle to me.” It’s the kind of music that’s worthy of dying next to. I haven’t found the feeling or anything like it since. Although there is a tinge of it in Robin Guthrie’s solo projects.
I was listening to The Fall earlier, another of my constant favourites along with Cocteau Twins. Obviously the musical styles are poles apart, but I couldn’t but wonder what a lyrical collaboration between Liz Fraser’s beautiful gibberish and Mark E Smith’s cut-and-paste ranting would be like. A car crash, probably. But car crashes can be exquisite, especially in slow motion.
Another hellish/heavenly train-wreck collaboration I’ve imagined is U.S. Maple with Cocteau Twins. Al Johnson’s American-alley wheezes under Liz Fraser’s otherwordly trillings:
Alternately: David Yow of The Jesus Lizard with Alison Shaw of Cranes:
In Our Band Could Be Your Life, Michael Azerrad writes that “on the Jesus Lizard albums Albini recorded, singer David Yow sounds like a kidnap victim trying to howl through the duct tape over his mouth; the effect is horrific.”
I see your Alison Shaw and David Yow, and raise you Lisa Gerrard and prime Surfer Rosa Black Francis. Which considering they were on the same record label really should have been entirely possible.
I’ve been trying to write about Cocteau Twins/Sigur Ros for Poets Off Poetry for months now…perhaps this little snippet will be a right kick in the tuchus I need to finish up. Thanks!
I see your Alison Shaw and David Yow, and raise you Lisa Gerrard and prime Surfer Rosa Black Francis. Which considering they were on the same record label really should have been entirely possible.
I’ve been trying to write about Cocteau Twins/Sigur Ros for Poets Off Poetry for months now…perhaps this little snippet will be a right kick in the tuchus I need to finish up. Thanks!
Thanks for posting this. I remember the first time I heard a Cocteau Twins song . . . Jesus, it’s been years now—I think it was Sugar Hiccup—and I’d liken my reaction to Bukowski’s when he’d read Fante for the first time, it being a “wild and enormous miracle to me.” It’s the kind of music that’s worthy of dying next to. I haven’t found the feeling or anything like it since. Although there is a tinge of it in Robin Guthrie’s solo projects.
Victorialand.
I was listening to The Fall earlier, another of my constant favourites along with Cocteau Twins. Obviously the musical styles are poles apart, but I couldn’t but wonder what a lyrical collaboration between Liz Fraser’s beautiful gibberish and Mark E Smith’s cut-and-paste ranting would be like. A car crash, probably. But car crashes can be exquisite, especially in slow motion.
Another hellish/heavenly train-wreck collaboration I’ve imagined is U.S. Maple with Cocteau Twins. Al Johnson’s American-alley wheezes under Liz Fraser’s otherwordly trillings:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8VbYfY7PBQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSkVtdxHyIw&feature=related
Alternately: David Yow of The Jesus Lizard with Alison Shaw of Cranes:
In Our Band Could Be Your Life, Michael Azerrad writes that “on the Jesus Lizard albums Albini recorded, singer David Yow sounds like a kidnap victim trying to howl through the duct tape over his mouth; the effect is horrific.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIERMxKaKCQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtDWPN4s8Vo&feature=related
But I suppose either of these would just be sloppy opening acts for any Smith/Fraser headlining glory…
One of the Grrreeeets.
Thanks for posting this. I remember the first time I heard a Cocteau Twins song . . . Jesus, it’s been years now—I think it was Sugar Hiccup—and I’d liken my reaction to Bukowski’s when he’d read Fante for the first time, it being a “wild and enormous miracle to me.” It’s the kind of music that’s worthy of dying next to. I haven’t found the feeling or anything like it since. Although there is a tinge of it in Robin Guthrie’s solo projects.
Victorialand.
I was listening to The Fall earlier, another of my constant favourites along with Cocteau Twins. Obviously the musical styles are poles apart, but I couldn’t but wonder what a lyrical collaboration between Liz Fraser’s beautiful gibberish and Mark E Smith’s cut-and-paste ranting would be like. A car crash, probably. But car crashes can be exquisite, especially in slow motion.
Another hellish/heavenly train-wreck collaboration I’ve imagined is U.S. Maple with Cocteau Twins. Al Johnson’s American-alley wheezes under Liz Fraser’s otherwordly trillings:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8VbYfY7PBQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSkVtdxHyIw&feature=related
Alternately: David Yow of The Jesus Lizard with Alison Shaw of Cranes:
In Our Band Could Be Your Life, Michael Azerrad writes that “on the Jesus Lizard albums Albini recorded, singer David Yow sounds like a kidnap victim trying to howl through the duct tape over his mouth; the effect is horrific.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIERMxKaKCQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtDWPN4s8Vo&feature=related
But I suppose either of these would just be sloppy opening acts for any Smith/Fraser headlining glory…
One of the Grrreeeets.
I see your Alison Shaw and David Yow, and raise you Lisa Gerrard and prime Surfer Rosa Black Francis. Which considering they were on the same record label really should have been entirely possible.
I’ve been trying to write about Cocteau Twins/Sigur Ros for Poets Off Poetry for months now…perhaps this little snippet will be a right kick in the tuchus I need to finish up. Thanks!
I see your Alison Shaw and David Yow, and raise you Lisa Gerrard and prime Surfer Rosa Black Francis. Which considering they were on the same record label really should have been entirely possible.
I’ve been trying to write about Cocteau Twins/Sigur Ros for Poets Off Poetry for months now…perhaps this little snippet will be a right kick in the tuchus I need to finish up. Thanks!
Awesome.
Awesome.