No Pussyfooting

Things have been quiet here at NewFlags, but that's only 1/6 my fault....

In any case, I have something very important to discuss with you:

I owe everyone ever an apology.

In our first Cobwebs In The Closet piece featuring the mighty Unwound, I attempted what some might say is impossible: to explain why-the-hey I love this band. I tried to balance that task with giving NewFlags' readers (all 9 of you) a sense of what the band actually sounds like. And during a momentary lapse of judgment, a psychic queef (sp?), as it were, I wrote an overused and underwhelming phrase that you've probably read in every review after 1982 about any record with keyboards on it:

"Eno-like soundscapes."

What-the-hoo-ha does that mean? What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. I don't have to say it again. Unwound does not sound like Brian Eno. No one sounds like Brian Eno, and suggesting anyone does is lazy and just a little bit douchey (of or pertaining to the [pejorative] qualities of a douchebag).

So I apologize to the English language for using its virtues to say nothing. I apologize to Brian Eno for belittling his extensive and variegated achievements in the aural arts. And I apologize to you for not respecting your always-discerning and paramount intelligence. All I can say is that I'm working on it.

~ Ashraf

Brian Eno - The Big Ship.mp3