Its damn near difficult not to froth at the mouth when discussing Phillys Kurt Vile. Along with Ariel Pink and Kevin Debroux (a.k.a. Pink Reason), hes the best of indie rocks recent lo-fi/bedroom recordings revival. Theres good reason for this: beneath all the arty shenanigans (four-track crud, vintage drum machines, synthed-out shoegaze dreaminess) lurks a classic pop-rock songwriter and lyricist. Track down a copy of his album Constant Hitmaker, and I guarantee you wont make it pass the opening anthem Freeway for, like, the first two weeks. Its perfect the way Tractor Rape Chain, Jessies Girl and Hey Tonight are all perfect. Of course, comparing Vile to Pollard and Fogerty (but not Springfield) is some kind of artists kiss of death. But fuck it. The dude just might be that good.
Thu., March 12, 6 p.m., 2009