The Paranoid Style “All my lies are always wishes” is an insanely good lyric. Song might be Tweedy’s masterpiece. And let’s not forget the great Jay Bennett.

Everything here is true. x.com/paranoiacs/sta…

A surrealist tragedy on the order 'After The Gold Rush', the paradoxical urban loneliness of Wilco's 'Ashes Of American Flags' plays like a Bellow short story by way of a Burroughs cut-up-exercise. The best of its many fine epigrams: 'Speaking of tomorrow/ How will it ever come?'

🚨Excellent post & brilliant album🚨

The Paranoid Style The more people that know the genius of Mark Eitzel, the better.

Ótimo album que infelizmente é bem menos conhecido hoje que na época.

Discerning music fans will want to listen to this special fundraiser KSQD conversation between the reliably great Erik Nelson (no relation) and the trusted but verified genius Jonathan Franzen. He talks about the The Mekons, Wussy and The Paranoid Style. ksqd.org/clatter-of-pla…

A visionary admixture of Joy Division and Hank Williams, American Music Club’s ‘Everclear’ is all killer hooks, painful punchlines and senseless loss. The single most poignant chronicle of the Bay Area during the height of the AIDS epidemic. A history that feels nearly forgotten.

The Paranoid Style 'Half Past France' somehow the template for the entire oeuvre of Spiritualized

Damn fine album 😻

The Proustian-beauty of Van Morrison combined with the haunted post-war angst of The Kinks, John Cale’s “Paris 1919” is one of R&R's strangest and most transporting experiences: nine songs over thirty-two minutes, which somehow seem to summarize the global sweep of human history.

The Paranoid Style All the Federales say this is the best version.

The Paranoid Style Greatest recording of all time, on 'luxury Liner.' This here live version ain't shabby either: youtube.com/watch?v=xl2ou_…

Imagining a version of 'Pancho & Lefty' in which Philip Seymour Hoffman and John C. Reilly trade off the two lead roles night-to-night like their production of Sam Shepard's True West

An escalating series of emotional trap doors landing in the saddest possible place, 'Pancho & Lefty' is a meditation on brotherhood and betrayal which anticipates the mercenary cruelty and endless spiritual compromises of choke-point capitalism. Desert's quiet. Cleveland's cold.

But if dreams came true, oh, wouldn't that be nice

Ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive

The Paranoid Style Well the dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand

The searing desperation in his final declaration “Tonight I’ll be on that hill” still induces chills

Having fled his ball-busting hometown, gathered the band and proved it all night to the point of masochistic exhaustion, Springsteen’s ‘Darkness On The Edge Of Town’ is the slow burning nervous breakdown of a man coming to doubt what he’s sure of. Everything means less than zero.