It's Friday afternoon. Glen Donaldson, the Indie visionary behind The Reds Pinks & Purples, San Fransico's finest Eighties Indie archivists takes his acoustic guitar out to his balcony with a jug of iced lemon tea and some rock cakes.
He sits down in his easy chair and starts singing a song about how he had his heart broken when he was seventeen and it has never healed. By the time the sun sets another album is in the can . He can record it in his home studio over the weekend.
Frankly it seems as easy as that listening to Reds Pinks & Purples records. Once you've got a formula sometimes the best thing to do is not to mess with it. Donaldson, along with Guided By Voices and the King Gizzard and the Lizard collective people live by a different narrative from the standard one suggested these days. By artists that win awards and albums of the year paudits and record company executives. If such things exist anymore.
Still Clouds at Noon souns just like the last Reds Pinks & Purples record and no doubt the one that'll come moping up the avenue with its trousers treatening to slide down its legs in a few months time. Perhaps Donaldson sounds a little more melancholy thn usual. As If he's still recovery from an inadvisable bender with Mark Kozelek that stretched unfortunately into the morning hours before Kozelek threw up on Donaldson's carpet and collapsed on his couch.
I enjoyed this. It's self indulgent for sure, but that's what you get with this man. But it has a slightly gloomy charm. Not their best, but I'll give it 7. Ok. Pitchfork, 7.5.
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