nothing can...HURT...me...
All damage and beauty: baroque indie strings, heartstopping ballads and narco-pop anthems deteriorate into shambolic barbitu-rockabilly and self-lacerating standards. For many this is the finest moment of Alex Chilton's career, though others may find it all a bit nerve-racking compared to a comforting copy of 'Radio City'. This is the essential flipside of Big Star's pop genius, dark and intimate, though not without humour, albeit unhinged.