Thursday, October 16, 2003

rufus comes dangerously close to smiling

By the way, while I think The Love Below is the bee's knees, the one album I've been rotating constantly is Rufus Wainwright's Want One. He's been my token non-hip-hop artist to champion the last few years, ever since I discovered how damn much I liked his two previous albums, Rufus Wainwright and Poses and Want One is just as good if not better than its predecessors. Maybe I'm just having nostalgic flashbacks to teenage years listening to too much Morrissey and the Cure, but Wainwright's melancholy wails (dipped in knowing camp at times) make for a fantastic break from all the Superman bullshit that hip-hop indulges in. Rufus is a little too much of a drama queen to be truly be convincing in his lamentations, but I like that sense of play in his work. I mean, how can you not like a bluesy lament like, "my phone's on vibrate for you/electro clash karaoke too" sung somewhere between utter sincerity and tongue-in-cheek (believe me, the song sounds better than it may read).