With ‘Don’t Tell A Soul,’ released on Feb. 1, 1989, the Replacements tried to move on from fashioning art out of chaos. Instead, they imploded.

The Replacements’ new 24-minute improv sounds like like Captain Beefheart meets Sonny Sharrock meets Gil Scott-Heron. But what does it mean?

Anyone who was a fan of their dangerously debauched brand of college rock, so long gone now, would have thought that chances of the Replacements getting back together were roughly the same as the odds they’d cover a Gordon Lightfoot song. You May Also Like: ‘Weekly Standard’ Fails in PittingRead More

It wasn’t quite as nihilistically put out as punk, so it had little credibility there. It wasn’t sweetly composed enough to connect with pop fans, either. You May Also Like: ‘Weekly Standard’ Fails in Pitting Yes Against the Replacements

There can’t be any better way, really, for a suddenly unveiled track from Paul Westerberg to begin than with a false start, followed by the erstwhile Replacements leader blurting out: “Fuck me.” You May Also Like: No related posts.

by Tom Johnson There’s something really worrisome when you hear that any highly regarded artist is doing the soundtrack for a kid’s movie. It conjures images of Sting and Phil Collins destroying their careers and what little credibility they had left. But, you know, Paul Westerberg. I mean, come on.Read More