| It’s early, but this is my favorite album so far. Why must sex be surface? Or, if it is surface, why is that bad? Jim Jarmusch argued that art must no longer traffick in irony. Isn't that just what Louis XIV are doing - saying they like kinky sex not to make a subsequent point, but because they really do?
In regards to Steve analogy, my impression is that Steve himself believed in his own persona whereas Louis XIV, as much as they enjoy masquerading as a decadent, 1960s-era Brit punk act, probably don’t wear their costumes to bed.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention my favorite line:
“You’re so short / You’re like a midget / You can turn a phone cord into a widget”
This record’s sort of like a punk version of “Appetite for Destruction”. |