if ‘bloody mother fucking asshole’ is really about her father then martha wainwright might have written the pop music equivalent of sylvia plaths’ daddy. bitter, sharp, angry, edgy - on first listening the album seems miles away from the lush melodrama of her brothers’ work. while rufus’ world is one of beautiful boys, hazy morning-afters and sinful pleasures, marthas’ is one of messy heartbreaks, desperate desires and the violent urge to define herself directly and honestly.
on multiple listenings however, they are closer than i thought- though marthas’ sources are somewhat different- country and folk rock- while rufus sources everything from classical music to big band- the faith in the pop song as a work of art stays the same. the crafted arrangements, the careful wordplay and the brilliant singing.
2 comments:
her voice is lovely...i heard this album last year.
liked it,
but hated,and still dont like the BMFA song too much.
only an elliot smith or a tupac,and maybe some of the 90's grunge acts.. theyre the only ones that make the word fuck sound like it fits.
ok i went through archives to look for this post.
okok, so you're right about her.
:)
i now want to marry her.
i love each and every song.
i even like the verses of BMFA if not the chorus,something about it stilltunes me out.
i only dont like ball and chain.
allthe other songs are exquisite.
the song about her being a better talker than a lover,when you touch her down there...youllsee that she doesnt love you ...
man.......!!!
lots of lines from lots of songs.
and that voice....
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