|1. Trompe le Monde|
|2. Planet of Sound|
|3. Alec Eiffel|
|4. Sad Punk|
|5. Head On|
|7. Palace of the Brine|
|8. Letter to Memphis|
|9. Bird Dream of the Olympus Mons|
|10. Space (I Believe In)|
|12. Distance Equals Rate Times Time|
|13. Lovely Day|
|14. Motorway to Roswell|
|15. Navajo Know|
The Pixies are perhaps best known for their excellent dance-punk-pop-grunge record Doolittle. The album's anthem, Debaser, and the poppier, happy-go-lucky-seeming Here Comes Your Man quickly win even the reluctant newcomers over. In terms of the Pixies' catalogue, Doolittle is easy listening. If Doolittle is the suburbs (which is a stretch, and no offense meant as I have only the most intense, burining respect for the Pixies cataloge as a whole) then Trompe Le Monde is just north of downtown, where most of the cars are pieced together with duct tape and nobody will walk at night. Things are just as messed up (well, perhaps a bit more messed up), but downtown they don't gloss it over. They don't cut their lawns, and uncollected newspapers rot in the bushes. Things are a little harder to look at here.
The first song, the title track, is very indicative of the record's sound and lyrics. On preliminary listens, the snippets of lyrics that can be easily discerned seem ridiculous ("go little record go/it is named by/some guy named joe). But what's ridiculous and what's not is entirely up to Black Francis in this case--after all, we take his screaming about french dogs seriously, don't we? Upon further investigation, the absurdity melts into a gorgeous, fractured imagery of the lost and the hunted.
Upon first listening to Trompe Le Monde, I was surprised at how reminescent it was of the Jesus and Mary Chain's Automatic--even without the cover of Head On, the two albums would have a lot in common.Read more ›
Well, like many incredible albums, this one took a while to grow on me. Today, it's one of my top 10. I can't understand how so many fans don't count this one as being in the same leauge as Surfer and Doolittle. Yes, Kim Deal seems to be less involved, and as much as I always thought her voice was their secret weapon, the songs are just too good to hold that against them.
I will agree that if you're new to the band, start with one of the earlier CDs first. This album is, to me, like a graduate course for Pixie fans. Once you've heard their other music (all great, mind you), you can handle this one. Perhaps I took the course too early, which accounted for my initial dislike.
Another great thing about this album is that Frank Black's songwriting really started to expand on this album. Bossa Nova was the first change in the Pixies' sound, but this album has so much more going on in it's songs than all of their previous recordings. Along with the arrangement of the album makes this one of my favorite albums to listen to from beginning to end.
If you like off-kilter pop songs w/ some aggression & some great hooks then buy this album.
In 1991 there was only 1 album better than this and even that album had alot to thank the Pixies for. Read more