This Octopus song is such a thing of power and beauty that it flattened a few of us down here at MT. The Blowout issue streets tomorrow and I wrote that the Octopus can cut between unrepentant R&B to guitar-humming Beatle-y drone that sounds as authentic as passion, or drenched in self-atonement. It’s not hyperbole. That last bit is about this song:
This article appears in Mar 2-8, 2011.