What a complete fucking sham this is – and a scam too for that matter. No new Pixies material for some 20 years – save for a tribute album track (good, but not great) and a new single that meant absolutely nothing, some live bootlegs that were pointless and now this.
An email arrives announcing EP-1, a stupid title given the Pixies have in the past – way back – released loads of EPs, arguably they made their name because of one EP in particular. And would I like to pay album-price to download an EP I can’t hear first? Would I fuck.
Then you listen to the music – because it’s the Pixies and they meant a lot to you at one point and another in your life. And opener, Andro Queen, isn’t even recognisable as anything Frank Black would do or sound like. This is a rebooted Pixies, no Kim Deal. That’ll be why they are going for this EP-1 shtick. That and the fact there are more EPs to come – no album-length project, well, not released in an album form anyway; it’ll be cut up and sent out as EPs. Make no mistake – this is to make money. Frank Black operates (the Pixies) for no other reason.
Another Toe In The Ocean, track two: utterly forgettable. Like a shit shit band that might claim to be influenced by the Pixies. And that’s being kind.
Indie City – track three of a short, four track EP, and finally we have something that sounds like the band we used to care about.
It’s okay. It gets a pass mark. It’s alright. Frank does the spoken/shouting thing across the verses and the guitar gets scribbled into place, happily coloured over the lines. Yes, yes, it’s definitely the Pixies. It’s also – definitely – too little too late. And same as it ever was and never as good.
This really is a travesty.
They’re a shadow of what they used to be. They were bad enough to endure across most of the last decade on this endless reunion crusade, playing whole albums, milking, milking – no stage presence, no feel for the audience, nothing interesting happening, just give us your money; we know you will.
Finally there’s What Goes Boom – the last song on this four-tracker; a phoned-in thing that sounds like it was dusted off, never previously good enough but it’ll do for now. We just want your money.
What is most appalling about this is the sniff that Frank Blank wouldn’t have put his name to it as a solo artist. But he knows he’ll make so much more of the Pixies name, so why not release any old shit? Well, that’s exactly what he’s done.
There’s no reason to buy into this, no reason to buy this. No reason to feel any nostalgia. The Pixies are dead, soulless, gone. Kim Deal knew it. The smart money has always been on Kim Deal.
But you will buy it anyway, you will trial it – you will search for ways to say it’s not that bad. But it is. And not only is it that bad it’s way fucking worse. A disgrace. And yet it’s no surprise at all.