The music of today is almost entirely useless in assisting you in getting laid: Indie rockers either hate or are freaked out by sex, R. Kelly has lost his mind (even on record) to the point where he’s been stripped of his powers, jazz apparently doesn’t even exist anymore and everything else just sounds like Perez Hilton you can dance to. Categorically unsexy. But remember the good times: Enya. The Cocteau Twins. My Bloody Valentine. Shoegaze and nügaze borrow heavily from all three, of course, and even if no one wants to admit the Enya part, she looms large in this realm. And we don’t know if this was their intended milieu or not, but Ulrich Schnauss are definitely on the gettin-some wavelength. Their new album, Goodbye, is like shoegaze Sade: Slow and sultry and sad, but cinematically so. We bring it to you this week, at the height of summer doldrums, and say plainly: Let’s go to bed, Philadelphia.
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P.S. Ulrich Schnauss play World Cafe Live on September 20 with Mahogany.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007 at 2:11 pm.