SOUNDTRACK: MOXY FRÜVOUS-the C album (2000).
Moxy Früvous broke up (or went on indefinite hiatus) almost ten years ago. But they released this final compilation, basically for fans only. I’m not sure if it’s even available anywhere anymore.
And, hey, what happened to the Früvous website???
C is not quite as fun as b. Although it is definitely a fun, silly collection. Highlights include “Pisco Bandito” (the bandit fish!) and “The Goal Judge” (without him there would be no hockey game).
Some other fun tracks include “Video Disco Bargainville” a wild disco-fueled version of “Bargainville.” “The Norbals” is another faux TV show theme. And “Beware the Killer Tents” is an inside joke, but a good one. It’s about a folk festival and name checks a number of artists who appeared with MF.
This seems like a good end of career recap for fans who missed the humor that the band was so good at.
[READ: June 25, 2009] “Wait Till You See Me Dance”
DIGRESSION: I had a dream last night and Deb Olin Unferth was in it. It was one of those dreams where I was standing next to a woman on line for something or other and after twenty minutes or so dream-time I realized it was her. I have no idea if she looks even remotely like the woman in the dream. Great story huh?
Deb Olin Unferth must have grown up in a world that is very different from mine. In the few things I’ve read by her, her characters seem to act in ways or experience things that are simply not what I’ve known people to experience.
In this story, the narrator is able to look at people and see how long they have left to live. So, this is going to b a weird sci-fi story? No. Not at all. For even though that characteristic is very important to the story, it has very little to do with the plot. In fact, I was a little put-off at how the story started like that. It didn’t seem like it would be very interesting. And yet as soon as the rest of the story kicked it I was hooked. And that aspect of the narrator turned out to be very cool.
So, the narrator is an adjunct who works at a college. She teaches the 99 class (ie, they’re not yet eligible for 101 classes, and if they fail, they will not be admitted into the school). She is accosted by one of the assistant admins who invites her to go to an Indian dance (the admin is not Indian). No, not that kind of Indian, Native American Indian (the admin is not that kind of Indian either).
But the narrator doesn’t really like the admin. The admin has convinced everyone to call her Mary because she is like the woman from that film, you know with George and the angel who shows him the future. [Yes, I know what the film is]. The narrator doesn’t like this, because in addition to it not being her name, she also realizes that Mary is really quite insignificant in the movie.
But the dance isn’t the main focus either. For Mary finally has a vested interest in whether one of her students passes the 99 class. She has no say in whether they pass or fail as the final tests are graded by someone else. In this particular semester an Iraqi violin piano prodigy is admitted to her school two weeks into the semester. She finds his music so haunting that she will do whatever she can to make sure he passes the class. (he has no hope of passing the class).
And that means buttering up the admin, and maybe even going to this weird dance.
The things that happen in the story are bizarre and unexpected. And yet despite all of that, it offers some real truths and insights about humanity.
How does she do that?
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After the insane hardcore mess of Land Speed Record, this EP is a bit of a change. It’s still pretty hardcore, but now you can tell that the noisiness of the guitar is deliberate. Bob Mould is playing around with multiple layers of feedback and distortion to create a wall of noise that sometimes hides, sometime accentuates the overall sound.
SOUNDTRACK: MOXY FRÜVOUS-Thornhill (1999).
The final “proper” Moxy Früvous disc is something of a return to the days of Wood (see, the cover art isn’t silly at all, and it’s a photo not a drawing). It’s not as dire and claustrophobic as Wood but it also doesn’t really have too many silly moments.
SOUNDTRACK: MOXY FRÜVOUS–The “b” album (1996).
After the somberness of Wood, Moxy Früvous no doubt had to get some nonsense out of their system. And this collection of “b” sides is full of nonsense. It is funny and silly and smart and sassy and I think it winds up being many people’s favorite discs, despite being only about 20 minutes long.
SOUNDTRACK: MOXY FRÜVOUS-Wood (1995).
SOUNDTRACK: THE REPLACEMENTS-Don’t Tell a Soul (1989).
With this disc, the ‘Mats finally scored a hit. “I’ll Be You” actually made the Billboard charts! And why not, it’s a delightfully catchy, far more mature version of the ‘Mats now-adult-alternative music.
SOUNDTRACK: THE REPLACEMENTS-Let It Be (1984).
This is the final album the Replacements made before they moved to the majors. This disc represents the culmination of their pre-major label sound and is one of my favorite “college albums” of the era.
SOUNDTRACK: THE REPLACEMENTS-Hootenanny (1983).
This is the second full length from The Replacements. For a band that just released two punk albums (one’s an EP), naming your new one Hootenanny is pretty ballsy. As is the fact that the first track sounds like, well, a hootenanny (even if it is making fun of hootenannies.)
SOUNDTRACK: THE REPLACEMENTS-Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash (1981).
Since I’ve been talking about The Replacements so much, it made me want to go back and listen to their stuff. The Replacements are the quintessential band that “grew up” or “matured” and for better or worse sounds utterly different from their first album to their last (a span of only nine years!). In fact, I don’t imagine that there are too many people who would enjoy all seven of their discs. One suspects that if the band themselves were given a copy of their All Shook Down disc in 1981, they would have smashed it.
SOUNDTRACK: CONSTANTINES-Kensington Heights (2008).
The Constantines hail from Guelph, Ontario. And I’m mostly pointing that out because I wanted to write the word Guelph. While I know there are funny sounding or fun to say towns in America, I’m quite fond of many of the Canadian ones: Guelph, Moose Jaw, Regina.