Sir Barken Hyena writes:
Shoegaze pioneers Ride had a great sound, a fusion of psychedelic and punk energies that took to the skies the moment the tonearm was down. Here they are in their prime, from the album Nowhere:
Cool lyrics too:
My eyes are sore, my body weak,
My throat is dry, I cannot speak.
My words are dead,
Falling like feathers to the floor.
You gave me things I’d never seen,
You made my life a waking dream.
But we are dead,
Falling like ashes to the floor.
Definitions confine thoughts, they are a myth,
Words are clumsy, language doesn’t fit.
But we know there’s no limit to thought,
We know there’s no limits.
Now it’s your turn to see me rise,
You burned your wings, now watch me fly,
Above your head.
Looking down I see you far below,
Looking up you see my spirit glow.
Blowhard, Esq.
Callowman
Sherbrooke
Eddie Pensier
Enzo Nakamura
Epaminondas
Fabrizio del Wrongo
Fenster
Brundle Guy
Glynn Marshes
Paleo Retiree
Atypical Neurotic
Question Lady
Sax von Stroheim
Sir Barken Hyena
The Mistaken
Uncouth Reflections 
Interesting song! Starts out with this kind of rave-up music, and then when they start singing I think, “Sounds like the Moody Blues.”
I never really knew what “Shoegaze” was, exactly. I know, I could look it up, but I kind of prefer not knowing because I really like the term “shoegaze” and I want it to mean what I think it means.
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Short Robert Christgau review of Ride album.
Going Blank Again [Sire, 1992]
High-texture also-rans process rock and roll readymades through art school sensibilities and infernal machines (“Time After Time,” “Not Fazed”) ***
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I was prepared not to like this, but I do like it. Maybe it’s the “Taxman” bass line. Good call on the Moody Blues, Peterike 2. It does sound like the Moodys run through Cristgau’s “infernal machines”.
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