Lucifer On The Sofa

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Two decades into their career, Spoon return with loud, low-down, melodious rock record almost without sacrificing any of their savory nuance and inscrutability.

If music were clothes, Spoons would be a fitted shirt; they nameda 2001 songafter one. Their preppy sternness and the intermittent submission to supervised anarchyso much depends on the erotic allure of Daniels six-string squalls, manipulated with the ease of a casanova who has calculated the impact of a messy kiss. His chalky bray, an amalgam of Texas country dudes and English pubsters likeNick Lowe, is a match. Assisted by recruit Gerardo Larios and multi-instrumentalist Alex Fischel, the loudest songs reek of sex. On Satellite Daniel becomesa lonely planet boyin orbit around a beloved, wagging his finger: I know where you draw the line/I know what you draw it for. The title track centerpiece, an aural sequel toThey Want My Souls Inside Out, observes a flneur cruising up Lavaca in skinny-ass jeans hearing Dale Watson tunes in his head. Like Bryan Ferry in Roxy Musics Street Life, he hears poetry in white noise. Sampled sax bleats echo the traffic; Fischels electric piano lines reflect the blue mood.

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