
Two albums to review.... from two dear friends, I feel like curling up on the floor (not the sofa, no this is laying on the floor music) and listen to it with head phones on... or turned up loud with the speakers on either side of my head letting the elegance of their sounds wash over me. The Magnetic Fields return with Distortion, a nice reminder of what alternatives there are to processed digital aged cheese pouring like aural Velveeta from the radio speakers. Everything , save the drums , cranked to eleven, especially the irony and wit. I for got my stop on the train today rode around downtown listening to tales of Nuns wishing to be porn stars and singing songs about hating California Girls...
And then Night fell. and I put on Jukebox by good ol' (and c

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