Here's an example of the good prose, by the reliably wonderful Marcello Carlin, who rightly hears the minor-key synthy Springsteen in the ugly crawl of "All I Need" (which he, also rightly, singles out as the album's best track), even though I think it's more "I'm On Fire" than "Streets of Philadelphia." I admire the sense in which Marcello's sentences aim for Radiohead's rhetorical overreach without curdling into the purploid -- "it's alright because you were patient and open-minded enough to continue trying to penetrate the Rochester core" is pretty good, but a writer with less savoir-faire wouldn't survive the Mephistopholes allusion in the last graf. However, this analogy raised my eyebrows:
I can't reconcile the sensibilities of an
“Bodysnatchers” aren’t that far removed from Broken Social Scene, and I cannot imagine “All I Need” without the precedent of Arcade Fire, the Barack Obamas of 21st century rock whose subtle generosity is now seeping through all necessary musical quarters – how much more satisfying than the standard pseudo-trick of stamping one’s feet and yelling.