“ It’s tempting to focus solely on the adrenaline rush of Orcutt’s playing, and let it all fly by like a stoner zoning out to Jackson Pollock’s splattery paintings or Stan Brakhage’s color-filled abstract films. That’s a fine way to experience Orcutt’s music, but there also seems to be a lot of intense thought going on behind his impulsive acoustic clatter. Maybe that’s why his solo acoustic work has so far had a lot more staying power than the fleeting pleasures of a single trip.
Marc Masters writing about How The Thing Sings on Pitchfork
1 month ago
