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| Which won’t stop me from trying
to at least lay out for you what makes one of these seventeen songs
such an utter joy. Singling out one song as representative of Sawgrass
Subligette is no fun at all, since the album’s entire point
seems to be the stringing together of seventeen songs that all sound
entirely different from one another while ensuring that each one of
them is still audibly and identifiably the work of the same band;
but we gotta do what we gotta do, so I’m going with one of the
shorter ones, since if you give James Kavoussi better than three minutes’
worth of a single song he’s going to throw so many different
sounds at you that cataloging them all will take you the better part
of a week. Our text, which I wish you had on hand so you’d know
I wasn’t just making stuff up about an obscure NY band and then
trusting you to believe me, is the eighth song, “Vestibule of
the Poacher.” |
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