The email arrives and there you have it – another Pixies EP (if you want it). Splash out for the vinyl and get a revolting hoodie too. These guys should feel embarrassed about everything they’re doing – the music, the motivation, the marketing. None of it smells like Pixies, all of it smells/sounds like shit.
The kindest thing I can say about EP-2 is that it is not as bad as EP-1, released last year. But that isn’t any sort of compliment.
Opener, Blue Eyed Hexe, sounds, disgustingly, like some filler album-track from Brian Johnson-era AC/DC. It thinks it’s stomping and hollering round the block but it’s just an old man in trackpants firing up his weekend ride in the garage. The wheels removed, the car up on blocks.
Magdalena sounds, like most of EP-1 did, like a very average Pixies covers band striking out and having a go at its own material. And of course that’s actually what the Pixies Redux is. They’ve been a band-in-reunion for longer than they were ever a band-proper.
And before you get on with the stop comparing them to their previous work as many of the race-to-be-first publications will no doubt be snivelling, Frank Black has been quoted as saying that his aim with the song Greens and Blues was to create “a better Gigantic” and if that means draping the Weight Watchers’ ghost of Velouria over the worst kind of Foo Fighters song (spoiled for choice there, but I’m hinting at when they, shudder: go acoustic) then perhaps Black can hold his head high.
But really I’m not sure he should be doing that. Again, as with EP-1, this is weaker than the most piss-weak Frank Black solo material and would be laughed at and forgotten if he served it up without hiding behind the band-name.
But of course that’s really what Pixies are now – not even a band, barely a brand – they’re just a name. That’s all people (seem to) care about.
Pixies fans love the relentless nostalgia of seeing three-quarters of this band unemotionally invested in plundering another’s disposable income. So they’ll give to this cause – because you’re not a true fan, man, unless you’ve been mercilessly ripped off by the band more than once.
This is ugly and boring. And that’s the legacy of the reformed Pixies right there, ugly and boring. And they’re making music to suit. And why you’d ever stump for this if you have their earliest – vital – EPs and those four strong albums is beyond me. It’s fucking beyond me.
This should be considered the first worst release of 2014. A dud.