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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Deep Cuts From Bloggy's Vault: Sonic Youth

Washing Machine
In the mid-eighties and late nineties, Sonic Youth was a stand-alone band that was labeled everything from "accessible" Thrash (courtesy of New York Times writers) to carefully planned chaos to Punk until finally getting grouped together in the Alternative rock movement until the musical genre/category itself finally imploded a few years after Kurt Kobain self-prescribed a hot dose of lead aspirin in 1994.

Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore is one of the best guitarists on this side of Jimi Hendrix which I guess means alive and white. In a few circles, small circles that are mostly made up of sad-eyed loners, doomed romantics and wild-at-heart kittens, he is actually treated like a virtuoso. Moore's two decade long collaboration with wife and song-writing partner Kim Gordon (bass, vocals, guitar) is one of the most fruitfull in rock history in part because it is so cliche free. There are no babies left on top or inside of giant SUVs, no OD'ed moron members of the group, no scary dresses at awards ceremonies and very little in the way of crass commercialism that would make them accessible to anyone other than bad artists, good musicians and sad-eyed loners everywhere.

Sonic Youth - Becuz.mp3

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