“…these dreamsongs are nightmares of a world in flames, the kind you remember in all their scary inconsistency because you woke up sweating in the middle.” – Robert Christgau
With R.C., sometimes the review is more enjoyable and more fun to OCD to than the actual song/track/record/cassette/cd/mp3/beyond-my-comprehension.
In this case, I think “screaming” would be more appropriate, more image-inducing, more interesting. But he’s the best. Was, at least.
I am more and more uncomfortable with my failing relevance to things after “In my day…”
So out of touch that there’s really no point in trying to get current…impossibility takes a lot of pressure off.
So, next generation, you go out there and kick some a$$, metaphorically speaking.