Surf guitars, impenetrable lyrics and a zesty melody that brims with confidence, this pop perfection from the Pixies was the closest the Boston (MA) quartet strayed to the mainstream. Guitarist Joey Santiago’s Byrds-style riff, multitracked on a Rickenbacker and Telecaster, has more jangle than Sir Jimmy Savile, while singer Black Francis imparts a sweet vocal line with just enough understated menace. “Big shake on the box car moving, big shake to the land that’s falling down, is a wind makes a palm stop blowing a big, big stone fall and break my crown’. Mad. But isn’t all genius?
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