Anderson’s electronic instruments make the track sound as big and empty as a prairie, and her voice is beautifully droll. She makes numbness sound sexy. More here.
Howdy, stranger. Every man for himself.
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odd man out, the best way to kill ‘collectivism’ is to create the suburbs. Did Anderson reject in her music the Dionysiac, Bacchic ritual inbeded in the music of the 60’s counterculture pushed by England’s Tavistock Institute for Human Relations and America’s Stanford University like Dylan did?