Hearing a played-out song after twenty years I recognize Frank Black as a great, in a rock sense, vocalist, giving me all the falsetto, ironic intonations, stutter step droll delivery of a depressing heroin reference overlaid on an absurd LA beach party tune that I could ever hope for. Here comes your man.

Ahh... The Pixies.... Bliss...
Posted by: Denise | September 17, 2007 at 12:16 PM