Matador now gives the same treatment to that album's equally classic follow-up. The result, Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain: LA's Desert Origins, is a two-disc remastered reissue, featuring 49 total tracks collecting B-sides, comp tracks and outtakes, including 25 unreleased recordings and 11 unheard tracks.
It was probably just protein powder or some healthy drink, but I thought it was heroin or something. That's when I knew that maybe I'm just not punk enough. No maybes about it. The late press photos that accompany the lavish page booklet included with this heavily augmented 2xCD reissue of Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain tell the story.
After original drummer Gary Young split earlier in the year and Steve West, Bob Nastanovich and Mark Ibold joined Malkmus and Scott Kannberg, Pavement looked like a scrubbed-up gang of packaging majors in search of a good tailgate party jolly Nastanovich in U-Mass windbreaker, clean-cut S. The dorkily collegiate look was of no concern to Pavement, because to them, appearances never mattered. That's what all the indie bands said back then, of course, even the ones who threw away the twin-blade, let their jeans wear through the knees, flew the flannel, and became world famous.
Who knew why, really? Kannberg would do some soapboxing when pressed in interviews he wouldn't deal with Rolling Stone because he didn't like how they covered the 80s , but Pavement was never about principles-- at least not ones you could easily name.
An anti-fashion statement is still a fashion statement, but Pavement was on another trip. They liked to make fun of rock iconography, but they were smart enough to avoid offering an alternative. You never really knew where Pavement stood on anything, which kept an air of mystery and made their music malleable.
Pavement's sophomore outing does not contain 12 perfect songs but it is close to a perfect album. But even the songs that aren't necessarily brilliant work well in the context of the album, moving things along in their own way. And the closing "Fillmore Jive" ends an album at least partly about the music industry on an appropriately classic rock note, with an extended group-jam coda on par with "Hey Jude". Not many records are this easy to put on in the car and let play start to finish.
Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain has been called one of the great California albums, but unlike most records slapped with that label, it avoids dreams and nightmares and focuses on the banal. This is a suburban California album, and since suburbs are exactly the same from Sacto to Levittown, it's an album to which all suburban kids can relate.
To us, the imagery of "Elevate Me Later" "underneath the fake oil burning lamps in the city we forgot to name" and "Range Life" the kid on the skateboard is coasting through a winding subdivision, not Brooklyn is instantly familiar. Silence Kit. Elevate Me Later. Stop Breathin'. Cut Your Hair. Stephen Malkmus. Newark Wilder.
Gold Soundz. Range Life. Heaven Is a Truck. Hit the Plane Down. Spiral Stairs. Fillmore Jive. Coolin' By Sound. Kneeling Bus. Strings of Nashville. Exit Theory. Jam Kids. Haunt You Down. Unseen Power of the Picket Fence. Nail Clinic. Track Listing - Disc 2. All My Friends. Soiled Little Filly. Stop Breathing. Ell Ess Two. Bad Version of War. Same Way of Saying. Hands Off the Bayou. Heaven Is a Truck Eggshell.
Kennel District. Scott Kannberg. Pueblo Beach Boys. Fucking Righteous. Dark Ages. Flood Victim. JMC Retro. Rug Rat. Brink of the Clouds.
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