Now playing: Suicide (The Basement Records vinyl version from I don’t know when)
Yeah, the problem is Martin Rev. “Unimaginative ” is a kind description. “Unimaginative on purpose because of theoretical constraints” gets closer to it.
And so we confront the mystery of “Frankie Teardrop.”
I still don’t think it’s a solid-stone piece of music. But it’s a breakthrough in subject matter and attitude from rockabilly and country fatalism. Whether it’s mere “rhetoric” or not, it got smart performers and songwriters to grapple with tabloid violence in the context that stuff was created. The way folks consumed it. With a progressive political edge added. Which was improved later, I say.