The past few years have produced a shitstorm of reunions that’s ultimately been a colossal disappointment, ranging from embarrassing records (Chinese Democracy, Zeitgeist) to blatant cash-grabs for the sole purpose of funding vocalists’ side projects (Faith No More, Rage Against The Machine) to failing to take advantage of the renewed interest (Slint) to “Mileycyrussaywhat?” (Limp Bizkit).
Black Francis/Frank Black/Butterbean pushes the Pixies further into the landfill as he envisions an album/soundtrack à la Air’s work for The Virgin Suicides.
Courtesy of NME.com:
“The band needs to work with a film director. Quentin Tarantino or someone like that. It’d be like, ‘Make some music for our film, you guys [Pixies] be the sound of the film.’ Spread the word about the idea ‘cos I think it’s gonna work.”
Sorry Butterbean, but it looks like you didn’t get the memo: NO ONE CARES ABOUT THE PIXIES ANYMORE. If you couldn’t make a massive impression back then (post-career bandwagon doesn’t count), you sure as hell aren’t going to make people care now, especially considering 75% of the band is bald and your drummer performs magic tricks for pizza money. There’s a better chance of Nine Inch Nails fans having their creamiest dreams realized with David Lynch helming the Year Zero television series rather than “Best Before 1994” Tarantino giving two shits about what the Pixies want. If you‘re that desperate to see this project come to life, Fred Durst is always looking to expand his cinematic palette. Just be aware he’s prone to casting Method Man and Pauly Shore for no other reason than to amuse his stupid self. Other than giving Wes blumpkins in exchange for new guitar tracks, he should have more-than-enough free time on his hands.
The world’s not exactly clamoring for a Pixies resurgence, particularly after the slap in the testicles known as “Bam Thwok.” The title alone should’ve earned them a stint at the county jail, not to mention that they somehow managed to sprinkle Fozzie Bear‘s “wocka wocka” throughout the chorus. Although, for a song written for Shrek 2 (and shunned in favor of the fucking Counting Crows), it’s as good as a DreamWorks-sanctioned tune gets.
Should a record come to fruition, I’d prefer one that didn’t sound remotely anything like the piles of ass Bossanova and Trompe le Monde turned out to be. Actually, I’d prefer that they fuck off completely, but that‘s just wishful thinking. No hard feelings, Pixies. I just don’t have faith in a band that once approved “Here Comes Your Man” for Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo.
