After being unceremoniously dropped by Elektra well after promos had shipped, Luna's latest finally sees U.S. release . But that s like saying Schindler s List was a film about some overworked guys who went on a train ride. It s technically accurate but, in truth, Clintonian at best. When he s got his creative A-game going, Luna s music shreds the accepted concept of the world around us.
Physical laws melt away.
Jerry Fallwell questions his own sexuality. The beauty is that it all seems so natural, this suspension of desire for things clean, safe, and sane. The Days of Our Nights is typical Wareham dementia, but once you allow it in, it becomes an active part of life s landscape, like traffic signals or newspaper headlines. Although this album is not quite as immediately enchanting as Luna s 1995 masterpiece, Penthouse , it is easily as vital. Days manifests itself as a much needed anaesthetic for a time in which shaky helicopter footage of some high school having a bloody event named for it has become as much a rite of spring as seeing the year s first robin.