Oh, that strained falsetto. That smeared spreading of guitar parts. Ethereally indistinct. This is sort of like trying to stare directly into the sun on a clear, hot afternoon; you can see it, but at the same time you kinda can't, and the whole experience is mildly painful—less painful, though, than that Lotus Plaza record, which left me a little dizzy.
"Goodbye Little Song"
Zebra is a weird departure for Blau; vocally, he spends a lot of the album sounding unlike himself, straying into Lou Barlow tape-deck murmurs ("Crucial Contact"), Beck-as-folkie quavers ("Waiting for the Wind"), and Kurt Cobain/Eddie Vedder mumbles ("Flood") against tinkling, inconsequential musical backdrops. "Song" registers as pro forma Blau, though: A songwriter wistfully bids a tune he's coddled and nourished and polished a fond adieu, as if it were a pigeon. Meta!
"100 Year Old Chicken Thief"
Oh, Ladyscraper. You hail from the U.K. You have serious issues. You record under a disturbingly misogynist pseudonym. And listening to "Chicken Thief" is like having my head drilled by a dozen woodpeckers at once. Is it even possible to breed and train killer woodpeckers, like how some people raise carrier pigeons? I wonder.
Looks like Jemina's gone soft on us, post-Be Your Own Pet, her young'n'dumb-in-all-directions misanthropy coated in a gooey layer of sentimentality.
"(If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To"
Growing up and numbing is for suckers.