I finished Life is Strange 2 and I could cry from how great it was! I didn't expect to get the Blood Brothers ending, but damn...I just need more already.
Can we have a game where, both, Chloe and Max, and Daniel and Sean meet up? Even though there is an ending with our boy dying?????
My typewriter says: another great album by Matt Sweeney and Will Oldham. Some songs sound like Malian Desert Blues which is actually great! Matt Sweeney & Bonnie "Prince" Billy - Superwolves 🤘 🤘 🤘 #superwolves #mattsweeney #bonnieprincebilly #singersongwriter #rock #rocknroll #vinyl #vinylcollector #vinylrecord #vinylcollection #vinylonly #vinylrecords #onlyvinyl #vinyloftheday #justgoodmusic #vinylfan #vinyljunkie #justgreatmusic #musicgeek #musicfans #musicnerds #musiclovers #typewriter #musicnerd #musicforever #musiclover #musicfan #music #chAos #vonchAos (hier: Louisville, Kentucky) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUzZxPHAzr7/?utm_medium=tumblr
FIRST CONCERT BACK and it could not have possibly been any more memorable or unique or incredible. Bonnie “Prince” Billy and Matt Sweeney performing material from their two records together on a ranch in the hills above Malibu made for a beyond beautiful setting that fit the music perfectly. It felt weird to clap after songs! I truly didn’t realize just how much I missed live music and the friends I made along the way like @bmack86 until today. . . . #superwolf #superwolves #concert #losangeles #malibu #la #latergram #nofilter #show #performance #live #music #band #folk #blues #country #indie #sunday #videooftheday #concertphotography (at Dry Gulch Ranch Hideaway) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQFcBMzjGIf/?utm_medium=tumblr
Matt Sweeney & Bonnie “Prince” Billy — Superwolves (Drag City)
Superwolves by Matt Sweeney & Bonnie "Prince" Billy
It’s hard to believe that it has been 16 years since Superwolf, the first collaborative release from stalwarts Will Oldham (a.k.a. Bonnie “Prince” Billy) and Matt Sweeney. That album seemed to materialize from out of nowhere, but any underground music sage should have predicted its arrival. Both Oldham and Sweeney are pedigreed 1990s American indie darlings, the former having created a disjointed form of Americana under various permutations of the name Palace and the latter having led the rock’n’roll maelstrom Chavez. The two orbits were meant to intersect, and when they did it was magical.
The pair’s means of operating is singular: Oldham writes the lyrics, his poetry rife with wry yet affecting passages; Sweeney applies melodies to the words and sets them to music. With two artists any less intimate with each other’s personalities, this strategy would lead to something resembling chaos. Oldham and Sweeney are so dialed in to each other that their songs feel as if they were divined straight from a single soul. The music and words are intertwined, inseparable, two vines growing as one.
In the decade-and-a-half since Superwolf arrived Oldham got married and had a kid, and Sweeney’s reputation as a master session guitarist grew such that he appeared on records by artists as diverse as Run the Jewels, Kid Rock and Josh Groban. The pair enjoyed periodic check-ins, such as the Must be Blind single, yet the world was clamoring for another full-length. They began working on what would become Superwolves five years ago, but it took a pandemic to really light the fire to see it through to completion. It’s as if they never separated. The same synergies are present, maybe even more pronounced.
As soon as Sweeney’s guitar unfurls the opening notes of “Make Worry for Me”, it’s on. The lilting passages are married to Oldham’s softened warble as the rhythm section gently keeps time. Sweeney’s backing vocals hover delicately in the background, punctuating Oldham’s instructions to “When I come to your street / make worry for me”. The pair strip things down fairly bare — both musically and emotionally — for “Good to My Girls” and “God is Waiting”. Sweeney’s guitar rips off delicate lines while Oldham frankly explains “and I chop down trees / and spit in faces / and laugh when you are sad” on the former track, and frustratedly exclaims “God can fuck herself / and it does / hardcore” on the latter. The prettiness of the music and lyrical delivery balances the unsettling nature of the lyrics themselves. Oldham does thread his family man status into his poetry at times throughout Superwolves, but the dark moments overtake the light.
While the pair certainly revel in quietude, they do rock out on “Hall of Death”, which was co-written with Tuareg guitarist Ahmoudou Madassane and features a searing lead guitar line courtesy of Mdou Moctar. Moments like these are when Superwolves really howls. A pair of long-time buddies brings new acquaintances into their orbit to expand their collective presence while remaining tight. This spirit of long-lasting camaraderie shines throughout this intimate and lovingly produced album.
16 years after their classic album superwolf, matt sweeney and bonnie “prince” billy have come out with a follow up and it’s just as good as their first. they haven’t worked together since superwolf, and they wrote it the same way, with will oldham writing the lyrics first and matt sweeney arranging around the poetry. oldham’s lyrics are full of juxtapositions, evocative and ambiguous, horny and scary, funny and sad. the melodies and arrangements are very drag city: somehow mellow and abrasive at once, adding more edges to already arcane lyrics. the whole thing ends up having a psychedelic, almost drafty vibe, and is the best thing either artist has released in about 10 years imo.
ffo: your moms, your dads, your penguin birds, your first best friend and me