pet grief

pet grief

I’ve avoided writing straight-out reviews on this site because reviews aren’t my strong point. I do much better with stories about the area between my knees and my belly button while keeping such stories distinctly non-sexual - or more correctly - non-erotic. Sex is funny, and I’m not going to limit myself if the point of a sex story is to make you laugh instead of turn you on. I’ve got a story rolling around in my brain that I’m trying to figure out how to frame so as to gross you out enough to make you smile, but not turn off the real people that have to eat dinner with me and look me in the face.

One of the unwritten rules I made for myself when starting this blog is that I wouldn’t do a movie review even though movies and the Filmspotting Boards take up a lot of my time. The people on the boards, and Adam and Sam do such a great job that I don’t really even want to try. My reviews would be along the lines of, “I liked it because I got to see Christian Bale’s wiener” or “I didn’t like it because I don’t like guns.”

However, I’ll talk about books and music.

For anyone that is a fan of 80s music, please buy Pet Griefby The Radio Dept. (I’m not sure why Dept. is written as an abbreviation, but I’ll go with it.) When I listen to this album, I can’t help but think of The Cure, Pet Shop Boys, and New Order. It’s no wonder that Sophia Coppola included three of their songs in the soundtrack to Marie Antoinette. They’re a modern group that absorbed and recombined the sounds of the 80s perfectly. From the Pet Shop Boys you get the synthesized beats and lazy voice of Neil Tennant without the whine. You get a perfect imitation of a Johnny Marr guitar, and when the beats aren’t electronic you get a drum that would sit comfortably next to New Order’s “Ceremony.” You also get the mood of The Cure - not the bubbly Cure from “Lovecats” or “Close To You”, but the foggy Cure of “All Cats Are Grey.” In fact, the mood of Pet Griefis so consistent that it would be considered monotonous if you don’t love this mood, which is on the edge of being narcissistically sad, the kind of sadness you wrote in the poems you wrote as a freshman in high school - the ones you look back at now and laugh.

Pet Grief helps me remember that when I was growing up the 80s, music I liked was considered “alternative.” The Pet Shop Boys, Erasure, New Order, Duran Duran, and The Cure were artists that made me feel a little bit dirty as a kid on the edge of puberty; I felt they were a little too grown up for me. Now their music is lumped in with Debbie Gibson, Taylor Dayne, and New Kids on the Block, and people point to the 80s as a vapid decade. The Radio Dept., because they’re a little-known group, reminds me that this kind of music was once considered subversive, or if not subversive then strange.

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Think about Robert Smith with his Edward Scissorhands haircut, black-painted fingernails, and smudged lipstick. My mom would have worried about me if she saw his face on the cover of an LP in my collection. Well. Worried MORE about me.

So, kids of the 80s, go get it. I’ve had it on almost continuous loop since I bought it.