In a year when critics lavished praise on an album that featured the honest-to-god lyrics “I got a high school crush on a California girl, oh yeah,” perhaps it’s a mercy that after dozens of virtual spins, I am still happily incapable of extracting a single coherent lyrical thought from Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix. Its elevation to the rank of a bishopric in Byzantine times must have been. It is a small island, and can never have supported a large population, or have been of any importance. Ko'-da (Kauda also called Klauda the King James Version Clauda the modern Greek name Gaudho supports the form Cauda): An island 23 miles West of Cape Matala.
Phoenix Fire & Police Departments are looking for highly motivated, fit, qualified women to join the team. “It can be whatever we want it to be, as long as the romance is there, and oh, God, it is.”Follow Phoenix on Social Media Women in Public Safety Careers. “Romantic joy, romantic confusion, romantic angst, romantic foolishness,” wrote Matt Perpetua of invaluable MP3 outpost Fluxblog, way ahead of the curve on Phoenix ( Wolfgang is their fourth full-length) and most unrepentant wide-screen pop of their ilk. Is the chorus to “1901” really “Fold it/Fold it/Fold it/Fold it”? Not “Falling/Falling,” etc.? (How can you get 60 seconds into that song and do anything else but swoon?) The fuck is a meteor tower, and why is it overrated? How do you tease someone with underage? “The octagon logo had to rip it up”? And, seriously, jugulate? Total confusion has never been sexier. I have never been more grateful for an official, band-sanctioned online lyric sheet, and more completely bewildered by what it revealed.
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Submit to their irrational, unashamed, inexhaustible exuberance. Phoenix did not reflect the bleakness of the times, but the endless-sunshine optimism and willful naïveté necessary to survive them. “Farewell-well-well-well-well-well till you know me well” “Rome, Rome, Rome, Rome, Rome, Rome, Rome, Rome.” And the single most dazzling, sumptuous musical moment of 2009 hinges on what, I suppose, is actually a pretty coherent lyrical thought: “Love Like a Sunset,” split into two halves, the first a moody and discordant power-ambient jam, the second an elegant piano-and-acoustic-guitar lullaby, the delicately unfolding transition between them as gorgeously heart-stopping a moment as any mere mortal could stand, at least in a year as mortally fraught as this one.
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