There is no question that Stephin Merritt is a musical genius. This song effortlessly conflates Merritt's trademark exaggerated cynicism and the forms of traditional (in this case, Scots) folk call-and-response ballads and playfully weaves together conventional and modern tropes of annihilation binaries (from vampires/crosses to supernovas/black holes to God/atheism). I wonder if he's ever happy?
Because if I could actually sing "Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget, untwinkle, little ee" as quickly as he does I think I would be pretty happy.
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