The Pixies are back to thrill a new generation. I'll be seeing them soon. They've changed a bit, they have. Little older, little wiser, little fatter and getting a little richer. Selling out several shows in a row, in the same city at the same venue or multiple venues. They are getting filthy rich for doin what they do. And why shouldn't they? With out the Pixies, where would we be? I'll tell you where . . . . 1986. A perpetual 1986. Nothing but cheesey hair bands and depressed New Wavey and Post Punky bands. Not that there is anything wrong with New Wavey or Post Punky, but I'd kill myself if Poison was still rockin the charts. Seriously.
So, what I'm trying to say is go see the Pixies. Go buy their DVD, and pick up Frank Black Francis' new album. It has these old demos of old Pixies' songs plus these crazy reworks of some of the Pixies best old songs that Frank Black Francis did with Two Pale Boys. Great stuff, I cant even begin to explain. Horns make the Pixies better. You heard what I typed. Horns.
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