the afghan whigs black love
Day three.An album that reminds me of Fall…
So many great Fall albums … except for albums by the Fall. Those usually make me think of the Winter. But I’m trying to not overthink these, as the perfect Autumn album can change from year to year, and even month to month. So feeling right now, I’d like to fall into the Afghan Whigs.
Specifically, Black Love.
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While Gentlemen seemed to be the hit with the critics, and held some extremely amazingly solid songs, this 1996 release by the Afghan Whigs stands as my favorite. This band, in my ears, stands alone stylistically. This is not the Twilight Singers, this is not Greg Dulli’s solo work, or anything connected to the Gutter Twins. And just like this band stands alone, one foot kicking out from the world of grunge and one foot slipping in funk and soul, this album stands alone in it’s heat and melodics and rhythmic twists.
So this hit while I was working at Orpheum Records, and in the months preceding its release i was probably juggling albums by Cibo Matto, 16 Horsepower, and, of course, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ Murder Ballads. Then Black Love came along and seduced my soul.
It’s perfect for those fall months, cooling you down after the heat of the summer and warming you up before the winter hits. It’s that in-between. The dusk of the seasons. The fever heat that’s slipping out of the sunlight and the cool cold sly slide that slips you into the winter chill.
Autumn lives within these chords, and the night slides between each verse.
Marcel Feldmar 