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My God, they’re playing tunes! Sort of. Goo, the major-label hello by the ex-indie guitar-rape gods in Sonic Youth, is damn near musical by their standards, a brilliant, extended essay in refined primitivism that deftly reconciles rock’s structural conventions with the band’s twin passions for violent tonal elasticity and garage-punk holocaust. Not that the band ever actually disdained structure in the past, despite its deconstructivist reputation. On howling broadsides like EVOL and Sister, Sonic Youth simply bent melodic convention according to the deviant possibilities of Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo and Kim Gordon’s primordial double-guitar-and-bass pool of lava fuzz, buzzing-insect harmonics and harpy feedback. This time, the group hasn’t fallen out of love with corrosion but has merely found new strength in coherence.
read David Fricke's full review at Rolling Stone
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