In the first Pixies photo I saw, I had her pegged for a boy. A very pretty boy. Deal refuses to be interrogated about her agenda or her gender.
Deal is harder to read than ever.
Breeders records were always full of goofs and wordplay we could all share, but most of the lyrics on Pacer are coded so that they're intensely personal, totally unfathomable to outsiders. Yet the basic garageland sound is subtly inflected with sonic quirks, traces of almost dublike strangeness, and eerie vocal treatments. Deal herself seems caught in an ambivalent dialogue with oblivion. Seductive and frustrating, it's Kim Deal's most cryptic creation yet.