Just this morning, I was thinking about the Magnetic Fields, and specifically about how I haven’t really enjoyed their work since 1999’s inspired
69 Love Songs. While
i had plenty of fine moments, I can’t stand to listen to it anymore. It strikes me as mawkish and false.
Distortion bothered me from the very beginning. There was nothing to hold on to. And though I’m mildly interested in the new one,
Realism, I'm not excited enough to add it to “the list.”