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6 January 2009

Titus Andronicus in the AV Club! AHHH!

The disc is the sound of lusty youth ripping a gaping hole in the fabric of reality: Throughout The Airing’s nine sawed-off anthems, the Jersey collective comes off like a clunky, blood-knuckled Arcade Fire that just doesn’t have time for all that respectable crap. Because, you know, the world is falling apart around their heads, and they only have this one shot at eating, fighting, and fucking the entire universe.

I’m somehow more pumped for this than I was when I bought a Spin magazine in Wyoming and it had Peej’s picture in it. What does that say about me?

link brought to my attention by the letter M (thanks Marisa!)

ETA: Oh, and, uh, Rolling Stone, too: There’s emo in the tortured lyrics and E Street Band in the arrangements, both appropriate for a Jersey crew. And the sizzling, storage-locker production makes it all sound like a cage match. Which it is — between a band and a damaged world.

2 Responses to “OMG”

1. Marisa Says:
   January 6th, 2009 at 6:14 pm

   Hooray! Although I still think it’s a little strange to put “eating” in there. It makes me think of the Tick episode where Arthur changes bodies with a giant tongue, and the giant tongue’s master says, “He weeps, for he has but one small tongue with which to taste an entire universe.”

2. sara Says:
   January 6th, 2009 at 6:15 pm

   Holy shit. Rolling Stone just compared your brother to Bruce Springsteen. Doesn’t that make him, like, the mayor of New Jersey now?

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