Favorite Albums: 2000-200434. Twilight Singers, Twilight As Played By The Twilight SingersOriginal position on my Stylus ballot: #15 Greg Dulli’s world was a lot more alluring before I actually had sex. Gentlemen still has a nice hatefuck gestalt, but aside from that Big Break-Up Album (most cult rock lifers have one in them), he mostly peddles a pulp player persona that I have a harder and harder time taking seriously. Though if you can read the first paragraph of this recent Twilight Singers review without cracking up at the Bonosity, by all means, grab your gun and Gideon’s and revel in his sexy devil talk. Since my change in perspective came a little late (sigh), plenty of Greg’s work managed to get its snarly guitars and melodic hooks into me; most of the singles, quite a few of the covers, a large chunk of Black Love (the Replacements meets blaxploitation soundtracks? Only in the mid-nineties!), and this album still sound great despite my embarrassment for the hepcat bullshit farmer in charge. Initially a collaboration with lesser indie-soul mackdaddies Shawn Smith and Harold Chichester, Greg took the tracks to alleged electronica notables Fila Brazillia and well, if Justin Timberlake had never left N’Sync and taken his Coldplay jones to its logical end, he and JC would have been proud to come out with night music as luscious as “The Twilite Kid” and “Into The Street.” Unfortunately, Sony had no faith and Greg wound up preaching to the converted on indies as Thin Adam Levine lived out every Kanye-guest-spot/prime-time-TV fantasy the Cincinnatian ever had. I’d feel bad for him, but honestly, he’s lucky he gets away with it at all.

Favorite Albums: 2000-2004
34. Twilight Singers, Twilight As Played By The Twilight Singers
Original position on my Stylus ballot: #15

Greg Dulli’s world was a lot more alluring before I actually had sex. Gentlemen still has a nice hatefuck gestalt, but aside from that Big Break-Up Album (most cult rock lifers have one in them), he mostly peddles a pulp player persona that I have a harder and harder time taking seriously. Though if you can read the first paragraph of this recent Twilight Singers review without cracking up at the Bonosity, by all means, grab your gun and Gideon’s and revel in his sexy devil talk.

Since my change in perspective came a little late (sigh), plenty of Greg’s work managed to get its snarly guitars and melodic hooks into me; most of the singles, quite a few of the covers, a large chunk of Black Love (the Replacements meets blaxploitation soundtracks? Only in the mid-nineties!), and this album still sound great despite my embarrassment for the hepcat bullshit farmer in charge. Initially a collaboration with lesser indie-soul mackdaddies Shawn Smith and Harold Chichester, Greg took the tracks to alleged electronica notables Fila Brazillia and well, if Justin Timberlake had never left N’Sync and taken his Coldplay jones to its logical end, he and JC would have been proud to come out with night music as luscious as “The Twilite Kid” and “Into The Street.” Unfortunately, Sony had no faith and Greg wound up preaching to the converted on indies as Thin Adam Levine lived out every Kanye-guest-spot/prime-time-TV fantasy the Cincinnatian ever had. I’d feel bad for him, but honestly, he’s lucky he gets away with it at all.