Spoon, They Want My SoulTaut and nervous, cynical and defiant, They Want My Soul is one of the sharpest sounds of the year. Straight outa Texas, Spoon makes music that for me recalls the smart, angry young men of the British New Wave: Costello, Lowe, Jackson and Sumner (a.k.a. Sting). They and their bands covered a lot of territory, with politics, pain and posturing prominent topics. Their music was rarely the gentle place you went for sodden consolation. Spoon serves up the same jangled energy, the same refusal to mope. This is music about taking action.
On this their eighth album, they are working with some big ideas: who owns our essence? This from the title track "They Want My Soul":
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul
Post sermon socialites
Park enchanters and skin tights
All they want's my soul
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul
Post sermon socialites
Park enchanters and skin tights
All they want's my soul
Or on "Do You", where the question is what we're looking for:
Do you want to get understood?
Do you want one thing or are you looking for sainthood?
Do you run when it's just getting good?
Or do you, do you, do you, do you...
Do you want one thing or are you looking for sainthood?
Do you run when it's just getting good?
Or do you, do you, do you, do you...
This is music about how we meet the world when we are young. Some of us need a good long drink of it to recall the taste. It may burn a little going down, but it will warm you up.
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