Brandon dived into Girls’ second LP with the fervor of a five year old on Christmas morning only to find way too many frilly socks. Dave gave a play by play of his first experience with Girls on his walk to work and came away all WTF. The album, like the band, is a mixed … Continue reading
We’re just going to call this final installment in the Father, Son, Holy Ghost dialectic, “In Search of an Identity.” Also, “Flutes Don’t Really Suck. Sorry ‘Bout That.” And “A Meditation on the State of the Hipster Subculture.” It’s about time I got my doctoral dissertation off the ground.
Dave accuses Brandon of being an anti-flautist. An incendiary comment if ever there was one, but one Brandon probably had coming. Dave then goes searching for a place in his rotation for Father, Son, Holy Ghost while wishing the song “Die” would do just that.
Brandon takes up Dave’s challenge and goes full curmudgeon. Are Girls wasting their talents on Father, Son, Holy Ghost? Do flutes really suck? (hint: yes.) Most importantly though, are Girls the quintessential post-modern rock band? (Oh yeah. He went there.) These questions answered (or, at least, you know, alluded to) after the jump.
Dave decided to partake in a science experiment: having no prior knowledge of Girls whatsoever, he threw on his headphones, gave it one solid listen through on his way to work, and provided us with the play by play. The result? “WTF?” (I’m paraphrasing.) Dave needs more listens.
Brandon calls up Dave Weintrop for what was supposed to be an enthusiastic discussion of Girls’ second LP, Father, Son, Holy Ghost. But after more than a few listens, the band of many faces appears to have settled on just a couple. Brandon gets his killjoy critical hat on, and he’s not happy about it.