Sucking Both Thumbs At Once
Guardian column day - this one’s about my ambivalence towards the new Fleet Foxes album, and ideas of consistency and comfort in pop.
Where I’ve obsessed over an album to the point of thinking ‘I just wish there was more tracks like this’ and then the artist’s next album was more of the same, it’s always been a disappointment. That I can think of. 00s example: Ladytron’s follow up to Witching Hour, 90s example: Moby’s follow up to Play.
Of course, I may well be conveniently forgetting ‘more of the same, good’
