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defrogI’ve been a fan of Luke Haines ever since The Auteurs somehow found their way to American college radio in the mid 90s. They were the dark side of Britpop and the only really good thing that ever came out of that scene, for my money.
Haines eventually dissolved the band, came back with Black Box Recorder, and now he’s pretty much solo – and judging from his new album, as acerbic and bloody-minded as ever. Who else could write a song about Klaus Kinski, or about his own critics?
Or, in this case, an ironic ode to Southern England?
Haines is admittedly an acquired taste – people often complain about his snide cynicism, lightweight voice or black sense of humor. And if he didn’t win you over with The Auteurs or Black Box Recorder, he’s not likely to do so now.
But I’m rather enjoying it, me.
Times are tough for the chosen people,
This is dF
Haines eventually dissolved the band, came back with Black Box Recorder, and now he’s pretty much solo – and judging from his new album, as acerbic and bloody-minded as ever. Who else could write a song about Klaus Kinski, or about his own critics?
Or, in this case, an ironic ode to Southern England?
Haines is admittedly an acquired taste – people often complain about his snide cynicism, lightweight voice or black sense of humor. And if he didn’t win you over with The Auteurs or Black Box Recorder, he’s not likely to do so now.
But I’m rather enjoying it, me.
Times are tough for the chosen people,
This is dF
