By Brett Essler
Yesterday, I listened to the SuperHeavy stream in its entirety, doubling back on a few tracks to take notes. It was draining. As I slammed my laptop shut, my wife offered a pithy review worthy of vintage Christgau: "next time you listen to that, please wear your headphones."
My sole task today is to drive to JFK and pick up my parents. I consider downloading a copy of the album since Van Wyck gridlock would likely offer 53 (!) unfettered minutes for another SuperHeavy run through. At the Google Music store my mouse hovered over the "buy" button, but I could not bring myself to spend the $13.49 (again, !).
Instead I browsed my way over to another recently-released "supergroup" album that I hope might actually improve my journey to the far reaches of pot-holed Queens on one of the busiest travel days of the year: Wild Flag. Unless your copy of SPIN has been buried under a canvas grocery tote since August, you have surely heard about the new Carrie Brownstein-led band. If, like me, you admired Sleater-Kinney more than you actually enjoyed listening to them, this is the album for you. Imagine watching an S-K concert and thinking if only this band would lose the howling girl, channel Television and the Cars, and add some plinky Elephant 6-style keyboard parts, they'd really be on to something . That is this band and after the soul crushing I endured at the hands of Jagger, et. al. yesterday I welcome an album that runs under 35 minutes and has at least one (often multiple) great hooks in each tune.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and unfortunately there will be more than one turkey to contend with around this house. Onward.