“Oyster Perpetual Movement”
Some of the most unforgettable male vocalists of the modern era–pearls in the raw Kushi oyster–but don’t hesitate before you swallow the oyster raw and whole. Get past the shell to the briny meat concealing a gritty filling of tragicomedy. Joe Strummer is gone, but The Clash will never be forgotten. Post-punk college radio darlings The Pixies brought Frank Black’s sardonic snarl and whine to the front of the stage. Nick Cave’s “Your Funeral, My Trial” is just the tip of the iceberg from one of the greatest albums of the late 20th century. Watch Wings of Desire. And don’t forget to thank the angels for Tom Waits’ vocal chords.
Let’s spend the afterlife in the space lounge of 2001: A Space Odyssey sipping a Rheingau Auslese and listening offhandedly to Kraftwerk. Don’t forget the frisson at hearing Alison Goldfrapp’s voice for the first time–a breath of fresh air blowing down from Felt Mountain. All this gravity is too much… so there’s Ween, Stereolab, and some wicked absurdism from The Moog Cookbook. Enjoy your repast! (Geof H.)