EVOL Sonic Youth

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  • Release Date: 09/27/1994
  • Original Release: 1986
  • Sales Rank: 18,162
  • Label: GEFFEN RECORDS
  • UPC: 720642451328

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EVOL

1LISTENTom Violence 3:05
2LISTENShadow of a Doubt 3:32
3LISTENStar Power 4:48
4LISTENIn the Kingdom #19 3:25
5LISTENGreen Light 3:46
6LISTENDeath to Our Friends 3:19
7LISTENSecret Girls 2:54
8LISTENMarilyn Moore 4:04
9LISTENExpressway to Yr. Skull 7:19
10LISTENBubblegum 2:49

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Sonic Youth made their first moves toward rock with EVOL, a stunningly fluent mixture of avant-garde instrumentation and subversions of rock & roll. The band benefits greatly from the addition of structure, which gives its aural experiments a firm grounding, but the addition of drummer Steve Shelley is essential to the group's new, dangerous edge. With the added propulsion, the fearless rush of "Expressway to Yr Skull" (aka "Madonna, Sean and Me") and the near-pop of "Green Light" are undeniably powerful as are the eerie textures of "Shadow of a Doubt." Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide

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February 14, 2001: starpower is the eccentric velocity of hollywood stars that is the stars over hollywood like your mom who tried to be marilyn monroe. but marilyn manson-esque tribes that linger together over bagels in the late morning mist never grasp the inner frequencies of authentic indie diatribes coming through the ear on dual wave-particle forms with no ontological status except as potential forms of your soul when you listen to the sonic sonic low low don't go too low into the fidelity stream of your subconscious neo-freudian cd-scratching tendencies like the repressed tom violence aching with the power of numbers, numbers that *are* the forms of all things in the universe of green glowing lights that you thought were for traffic oh you fool, fool. driving in la. hollywood is not for might-have-been junkies in the nyc cab driving by with nancy-bride remembering onsaponatime nico was a model and then she became too thin and wrinkled like a ball of tissue and yellow, sallow, like the choleric dying child who once saw a richard kern film and decided to live under a star.