OMG, Max Tundra. I don’t know why it took me two extra weeks to get all enamored, but that happens sometimes. Probably because I get suspicious of ten minute long songs, even when they end up being really good. Good thing he’s playing nineteen hundred some times at SXSW next week. At this rate, by the end of the week I’ll probably run into him at Fresh Plus buying carrots to juice at his crash pad. Don’t ask me why I think Tundra drinks carrots. Sometimes I just know stuff.
Also, not completely related, but I want to know how I can become David Shrigley. He is a wise man. But it seems like, as much as it’s awesome that he ended up getting 39 bands to make songs out of his fake lyrics (WORRIED NOODLES, DO IT), and he makes stuff that people like so much they get it tattooed on their bodies, he could have just as easily ended up being the requisite coffee shop weirdo who hangs out solid through from open to close drawing in a befouled notebook and sustaining weirdly intimate relationships with the lady baristas and claiming that he has heart attacks but can control them with his mind. You know? But I’m glad it turned out right for you, Shrigley. You’re probably way more normal than I’m giving you credit for.
NOT THAT YOU ASKED or anything, but WORRIED NOODLES is kind of sprawly, and I think it would make a better one-disc record than two-disc behemoth. So, in that spirit, here’s my trimmed track list suggestion:
WORRIED NODES
1. Live in Fear
2. I Saw Gold
3. No
4. The Hole
5. Elaine
6. A Truce
7. The Film
8. A Song
9. Maybe
