3/26/2008
Creepy Danish
Glacier cool undead army of three The Raveonettes slunk on black leather cat’s feet by Letterman’s place last night and scared the neck hair right out of the studio audience with a sand-melting take of “‘Aly, Walk With Me,” from the excellent Lust, Lust, Lust. Not that this makes any sense, but if you ran all the slow lingering cigarette smoke from every David Lynch movie through Link Ray’s dead amp’s veins it still wouldn’t sound this tar glum and mechanically foreboding. (via gum)
Though not as morose as Death in June, from whom they seem to have stolen many levels of schtick. Or Schtick Ultra, depending.
That was a f**king spot-on description of this performance. How do you do that?
yes! thought of David Lynch also. the new album is killer, an early contender for best of. they didn’t fall off at all.