Post by no on Apr 30, 2005 19:57:13 GMT -5
Hope this wasn't posted somewhere else, but I hadn't seen this information anywhere, but it was on the blue ghost publicity site.
Jamie's new record is his most harrowing and beautiful to date. On La Foret, he sings about death, doomed love and the decay of relationships. As always, he becomes more specific. Jamie says, "Saturn" is about "wanting to rape the president to death and eat his body as inspired by the Goya painting of Saturn eating his sons." "Baby Captain" is a "familial love note to my brother and a hope to mend his broken heart and offer encouragement." (It's like "Hey Jude" but more personal and too dark for radio.) "Muppet Face," with its howl of wind-tunnel guitar, house beats and eerie harmonium, talks about "a cat dying and the negative understanding of how fucked up my sexual self is and how disgusted I have become with myself in regards to this."
The album waltzes between acoustic parts so intimate that his shoe can be heard scooting on the studio floor as he moves closer to the mic. Then come the pounding darkwave thunderstorms where electronics and guitars go Mogwai loud and Jamie screams over the hissing, spitting deluge.
Jamie's new record is his most harrowing and beautiful to date. On La Foret, he sings about death, doomed love and the decay of relationships. As always, he becomes more specific. Jamie says, "Saturn" is about "wanting to rape the president to death and eat his body as inspired by the Goya painting of Saturn eating his sons." "Baby Captain" is a "familial love note to my brother and a hope to mend his broken heart and offer encouragement." (It's like "Hey Jude" but more personal and too dark for radio.) "Muppet Face," with its howl of wind-tunnel guitar, house beats and eerie harmonium, talks about "a cat dying and the negative understanding of how fucked up my sexual self is and how disgusted I have become with myself in regards to this."
The album waltzes between acoustic parts so intimate that his shoe can be heard scooting on the studio floor as he moves closer to the mic. Then come the pounding darkwave thunderstorms where electronics and guitars go Mogwai loud and Jamie screams over the hissing, spitting deluge.