Pixies - Doolittle
I worshipped the Pixies in my formative years, and Doolittle was my Old Testament. Like a devoted disciple, I spent many (pre-Internet) days trying to decipher the lyrics to darkly obtuse songs like "Debaser" and "Dead" and diligently scribbling my findings into the margins of spiral Mead notebooks. Which is probably why my parents worried about my mental state. But you don't have to be an obsessive, sexually confused teenage girl to love Doolittle. You just have to like a healthy dose of obtuse violence and depravity mixed into your perfect pop songs.
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