Schism

Can love:
Human Tetris.


Can't love:
Bonnie 'Prince' Billy.
Having been bombarded with recommendations to *really listen* to this feller, I can honestly say I've tried. Furthermore, I intend to try no more. I'm not fundamentally opposed to moany acoustic types. There's room in my iPod for Emmy Lou Harris and Devendra and Gillian Welsh and Edith Frost and Elliot Smith and M.Ward and, to be frank, all manner of random wailing country, moany folk, weird folk, crusty blues, ambient shit and other tenuous generic relations - but but but - there's no longer any room for Bonnie 'Prince' Billy. Just as Lorena McKenna got scrunched before him, B 'P' B is headed for the trash. Fortunately, I've long been comfortable with the idea that I have no soul.