Philly punks Nothing are back from the brink with a new record that draws on some really, really bad times.
Fuck : Cupid's Cactus
Slanted enchantment from the unfortunately named
'Cupid's Cactus' is their first album for Steve Shelley's Smells Like Records, and while it lacks the immediacy of their records on Matador, there's certainly plenty of deftly perverse pop action here. 'It's Unbelievable' sounds like Pavement stirring from a year-long stupor to lay down some emaciated doo-wop action, while the languid, minimal 'Melt' does just that: muted cymbals and guitars dissolving underneath sardonic sleeptalk vocals.
The general air of never-trying-too-hard is what gives much of this album its charm, but also perpetuates Fuck's cult status, which they're doubtless happy with. Theirs is a subtle magic, well-worth straining for.
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