It is a dreamy, tinny, fuzzed-out power pop world that The Pains of Being Pure at Heart construct and if you ever thought that it would be cool for Ride at their best to hook up with the Raveonettes, then here you go. One cant help but think back to old home movies about how cool it was to be innocent in one"s youth, at least on the outside, searching for memories through a hazy and skittish hand held cam. It was always someone else""s image of you, but then again, sometimes what other people see in you is better than what you see in yourself. This album captures the essence of not giving a shit and being happy in blissful ignorance about the extent to which much of the world frankly sucks.
Rather than dwell on the sorry state of world affairs, this album is a refuge in some sort of effervescent womb that draws you into a long gone past. It might not be exactly your past as you remember it, but it might be a past that you would have rather had. Why not have a bit of that now? Even if you can""t relive something that once was, and even if that "something" for you was never quite that good, something about "the pains" helps you to redact your own personal history into something a touch more sublime and yet cheeky all the while. It carries a sense of the voyeur in all of us to look back at our own lives through the much needed rose-colored glasses of a lost youth, even if it is a bit naughty.
the pains of being pure at heart – "everything with you"
from the album the pains of being pure at heart
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