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The Twilight Sad, “Nil (Liars remix)”

I’m not really a fan of remixes and/or extended mixes, just as I’m not generally a fan of sequels (unless you tell me Al Pacino is the villain in an upcoming Stan Lee joint). Remixes by nature are just filler to keep you on the dance floor longer, even if we’re talking about a goth remix — which should be an oxymoron — and said club-goer is just going to be holding up the walls all night in some dark corner.

I’m, of course, referring to the “goth” culture before it had a name and was then promptly sold to Disney, before people tweeted misery to other antisocial “nonconformists” who also dress up like Tim Burton characters. Does anybody remember The Cure’s abomination, “Mixed Up,” a collection of its hits in New and Improved 30 Percent Larger Fun Pack versions? On “Lullaby” alone, listeners are left stuck — like a spider’s meal — in a hepped-up groove somewhere near the beginning of the song for nearly eight torturous minutes. It’s embarrassing to say it now, but there was a time when Robert Smith could do no wrong, and I listened to “Mixed Up” as faithfully as all the rest of his output, even side project The Glove.

But I digress. My point here is that the Liars’ remix of The Twilight Sad’s “Nil,” (off the latter’s third full-length, “No One Can Ever Know”) is one of the best remixes I’ve heard. I’ll admit that I am perhaps just flogging a dead horse, as in the evolving climate, the line between remixes, sampling and covers is quite blurry. In any case, the only peers to this remix that spring to mind are a few entries off 2012’s “Dross Glop,” reinterpreting The Battles’ “Gloss Drop,” such as The Alchemist’s remix of “Futura.”

Ultimately, I think a good remix is able to give the original new appeal, which is what happened in the case of “Nil.” I’d sort of passed by The Twilight Sad’s catalog with barely a glance before hearing the gussied-up Liars mix. Now, I know better.


SEE ALSO: EARGGH! reviews Liars, “Loose Nuts on the Veladrome”

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The Cure, “New Day”

Before the Dream drowned in too much beer, hairspray and mascara (right around the time the band hired a roadie to be its keyboardist in 1990), The Cure was responsible for some of the — if not most inventive, then at least most downright delirious — music of the 1980s.

Think teetering, inebriated “The Caterpillar” off the band’s enduring 1984 brain-spinner, “The Top.” Or the zany, drug-fueled take on the big band era, “Why Can’t I Be You?” from the grossly overfat 1987 double-album, “Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me.” And then think of all that crap that was coming out in the mid-’80s. Here, I’ll help remind you: Huey Lewis and the News, Wham! and the “Miami Vice” soundtrack.

Some of The Cure’s most interesting experiments were never even intended for mass consumption. Take “New Day,” recorded in 1985. The song was originally released as part of a limited edition EP distributed only in the U.K. But it includes some of Robert Smith’s most interesting vocals, and it’s got this great dark jungle funk feel — like something Herbie Hancock might think up while coming down from a bad acid trip.

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