#20 Spoon: Lucifer On The Sofa

Yaaaaaaaaaars. Spoon-Spoon, motherfucking-fucking- Spoony-Spoony, Spoon-Spoon, motherfucking-fucking- Spoony-Spoony, Spoon-Spoon, motherfucking-fucking- Spoony-Spoony, Spoon-Spoon, motherfucking-fucking- Spoony-Spoony…

And we’re in the top fucking twenty! Toppa-toppa twenty, top-top-a-twenty-twenty, toppa-toppa twenty, top-top-a-twenty-twenty, toppa-toppa twenty, top-top-a-twenty-twenty, toppa-toppa twenty, top-top-a-twenty-twenty, TOP! TOP! TOP! TOP!

And so it goes on

Now, in the third paragraph I could very well continue this post by translating the words once again into phonetic representations of this astonishing album by moving onto the third track The Devil and Mister Jones. But apparently The Man says that I can’t do that. But, you know what? Fuck The Man, right?? I didn’t get to 166 Twitter followers without making a few enemies! Ah do warra want!

I do need to ask for permission from my subeditor though:

Yeah, he’s in charge of the content of my website now as well. Some really intense backstage politicking with the booker. Have you seen how many computers he has now??

So, yeah, that’s what I think about Spoon’s latest album.

BandCamp

2019 #15

2017 #27

2014 #10

That, my friends, is fucking solid.

Metacritic: 85