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Friday, September 09, 2005
We're the Unicorns and we're people, too.
A few weeks ago I worried that I might not like music any more. "Might not like music any more ..." What a horrible phrase.
That awful feeling came to an abrupt halt when I started re-listening to The Unicorns' album "Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone". Like any album, it's not all perfect but a few of those cuts keep me coming back time and time again. They're like Pavement with a half-broken Casio and one or two guys who practices his guitar for four hours a day.
I haven't been obsessed with a band like this since Fischerspooner.
That awful feeling came to an abrupt halt when I started re-listening to The Unicorns' album "Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone". Like any album, it's not all perfect but a few of those cuts keep me coming back time and time again. They're like Pavement with a half-broken Casio and one or two guys who practices his guitar for four hours a day.
I haven't been obsessed with a band like this since Fischerspooner.
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