Doolittle
by Pixies

Their are albums and artists who I struggle with - My Bloody Valentine, Bob Dylan, and this band the Pixies. I have played this album over and over and over trying to understand its greatness just like MBV’s Loveless and I just don’t get it. I’ve tried my best and concede that it’s not for me, I guess a perfect example of someone’s rubbish being another’s treasure. Oh well not trying to offend as I’m sure I have favs that others are still scratching their heads why? (Edited)

Well alternative was an alternative from mainstream to begin with. Now that anything is labelled alternative, it would be refreshing to be given an alternative to alternative. Alternatively, people could go back to Mainstream. Perhaps we could alternate between the two every few years... well, erm... Doolittle is good.

From Hayden TOP 100 COMMENTER 09/03/2011 13:50 | #27017 | TOP COMMENT Vote up your preferred comments and the comments with the most votes will be flagged.

I sometimes question whether this is just simply the best album ever made. I'm never quite sure. Great album, and the beginning to a new generation of music. Monkey Gone To Heaven is an amazing song, and the fact it's a grunge song about animal rights, makes it a very unique track. It's an album you can tell they enjoyed making, and that's what makes it worth greatness.

When I first listened to this album, I was both very attracted to its musicality and, at the same repelled by its harsh style. Finally, once I was able to see the style the Pixies were going for, any sort of repulsion was long gone. After hearing this album two or three times, I was hooked and for a solid two months I did nothing but listen to the Pixies' four albums (not Indie Cindy) and the Come On Pilgrim EP. I probably shouldn't admit this, but over the course of those two months, I listened to Doolittle 47 times, Surfer Rosa 39 times, Bossanova 27 times, Trompe Le Monde 19 times, and Come On Pilgrim 30 times (or so says my iPod play count). Pretty gross how much I listened to them, but they just weren't getting old.

Once upon a time a debaser performed a tame wave of mutilation. He said "I bleed", and he told me "here comes your man". He was dead, a monkey gone to heaven. His name was Mr. Grieves and his best friend was named Crackity Jones. He said "la la love you, my no.13 baby". "There goes my gun, hey! Use your silver to gouge away!"