Tragically Hip—Spoon
Thoughts on a subway from The Forum’s aesthete, or, music that doesn’t suck. by Sarah Albers I was being jostled by tourists on the Washington, D.C., rush-hour Metro the first time I heard “New York Kiss”. (Harry Reid could smell them, I’m sure of it.) The final track of Spoon’s new album was gorgeous: smooth, polished, but graced with the sharp, poppy spunk shared by … Continue reading Tragically Hip—Spoon