Not a clear win by any means, but The Durutti Column‘s original version is flawless. The intro seems to drag on forever, but it totally works. Sort of goes by the idea of just enough, no more + no less; sparse strings, sparse vocals + the overall being deserted on your honeymoon in a cabana vibe. Compare this to Espers‘s take — the wind pipe or whatever… very nice. Psychedelic, airy, but a bit too “emotional”. I prefer the original — super melancholic but not too burnt about it. That said, the wooden chimes at the end are pretty cool too.
Bill Callahan. What a man. He gives us inspiration. He feeds us our bread and butter. Perfect for setting an intimate mood for conversation, pondering about life, or just crying. His melodic voice mellows us into a depressive state, reminiscent of Leonard Cohen’s older moods, before he fell in love with the shifty francophone lifestyle. Billy’s congas and classic use of the Wurlitzer coupled with his soothing, earl grey tea-vocals add a unique undertone to his melancholia. If you’ve heard of Sam Amidon but felt that it made you want to cry your eyes out and your eyes ran dry, try Bill Callahan. Billy straddles the fence between depression and utter bliss.