Pixies’ Beneath the Eyrie is just about as great an album as the first one I bought — Doolittle (1989) — after pinching together enough pennies while working as a waitress and paying my way through university. I bought it because “Wave of Mutilation” was the coolest song I’d ever heard (that week), although I can’t recall whether it was in rotation on the alt-rock radio station I listened to, or in rotation at a friend’s house. Whatever the case, I couldn’t get enough of the band, and 30 years on, I can’t get enough of them again.
There isn’t a single track on this album that I felt the need to skip. In fact, the more I listen to it in its entirety, the more I hear and the more I fall in love. And while just about any of the songs would play well in your vintage Mustang, it’s their aggressive fuck you surf-punk/spy-rock/psychobilly (so many layers) St. Nazaire that slams you onto the open highway and sends you barrelling toward the coast.
Play it loud. It’s the only way to experience it.
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About the Curator - Jane Asylum
When my mother wasn’t walking around the house belting out early 60s’ girl-band lyrics, she was collecting compilation albums, specifically from K-Tel. She may not have had the most refined taste, but she enjoyed variety, or at least that’s what I recall. I poured over them all, preferring some sounds to others. And when I found the perfect song, I’d play it over and over until ready to perform my latest theatrical dance incarnation.
With my family all gathered on floral grey sofas in our basement apartment, I’d set the vinyl on the turntable of a brown fibreboard stereo and not-so-carefully lower the needle. It would pop, screech, and crackle before any music spilled from the weaved-wheat speakers. My toes would press, lift, and sweep through the blue-green shag carpet, my arms would flail, and the music would bass and treble through my soul.
I’m no longer that 6-year-old doing private-audience interpretive dance routines, but my passion remains just as intense. I have no special superpowers as a curator — just my love of sounds and lyrics that transport, transform, move, and make your body groove.
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Jane Asylum
I’ve set-off around the world a few times as a digital nomad. My favorite places are off-the-beaten-path spaces. I enjoy good food, although I’m a sucker for trying anything once. Discovering new music and artists is a passion, but I adore retro tracks and nostalgic songs. Whether fueled by imagination, or anchored in the real world, I live for adventure, especially when set to the beat of diverse and eclectic playlists.
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