"Welcome to Indie Hut. May I please take your order?"
Shit, this is becoming an all-music blog. Where are my other contributors?
Anyway, it’s time for another entry in The Contrarian’s Critical Condition, in which yours truly speed-reviews a song, album or performance with no looking back.
Today’s contestant: indie-rock ladyhawk St. Vincent and her album Marry Me.
St. Vincent is the indie-alter-ego of Annie Clark, who played sidewoman to Pale White Hope Sufjan Stevens and
mixed the Kool-Aid for played guitar with the Polyphonic Spree. No doubt you’ve already read all about her on Pitchfork. Give yourself a hickey if you made it through the whole review.
Imagine if your older sister put out an disc full of self-confessional tunes about her boyfriends. You love your sister, right? I mean, she’s talented, funny and usually sticks up for you when Daddy’s on the drink. But there’s something, I dunno, icky about hearing her soul bared as such. "Too much information," as she herself might say.
Marry Me is a little like that. I mean, it’s not pornographic or anything. Just cloying.
Still, the album doesn’t suck. Clark is a gifted instrumentalist and arranger, and the tunes get enough sonic goosing to keep them interesting. Yet her musical triple-axels get to be a bit much — my scorecard only goes up to 10.
Clark’s voice is grating in spots, but I guess they can’t all be Chan Marshall. And I wish these female singers would stop copping Billie Holliday unless they’re actually copping dope.
Maybe next time she’ll reign it in a little. I’m starting to understand why Daddy hits the bottle.
Listen up: St. Vincent — "What Me Worry"