[Review] Pixies: Come On Pilgrim (1987)
Hair today, gone tomorrow, this mini-elpee is where Pixies’ candle got lit and when the 80s stopped sucking.
Hair today, gone tomorrow, this mini-elpee is where Pixies’ candle got lit and when the 80s stopped sucking.
This is mescalina rock. When I hear it my heart leaps and the little iconoclast who pushes the buttons in my brain all…
Probably their noisiest, punkiest album, this is the one all the hipsters own.
If you were tired of waiting for the next Kim Deal song to come around, the wait is over.
Pixies make a pop album. Except, of course not, but they are surprisingly sweet sometimes on Bossanova.
Pixies go out in a blaze of glory. Never mind those Seattle bands, here’s your best pop/punk band on the planet.
A last hurrah for the original Breeders before Tanya Donelly went Belly up.
In the post-Pixies gambit for attention, the smart money was on Black.
The Breeders release their best album yet, but what’s wrong with Tanya?
Frank Black’s Basement Tapes, sort of, featuring 22 tracks of whacked-out wonder.