>> Sunday, October 21, 2012
It's a song that gets in your head. And I'm a sucker for melancholy, shivery guitars and echo-drenched ethereal women's voices, so there's that. (Are we talking ethereal voices of women or voices of ethereal women? Does it matter?) Julee Cruise, Cowboy Junkies, this tune. A couple of Raveonettes songs, though their stuff tends to be slicker and grungier, like an oil leak underneath a 1950 Indian. Boys can sometimes go there, too: Julee Cruise shimmered more with Angelo Badalamenti and David Lynch writing material for her, but, actually, I was thinking of some Chris Isaac, though maybe he doesn't ever go dark enough.