Lorelei’s Everyone
Must Touch the Stove emerged in 1994 as an unassuming document of what
features could be added to this pop underground. Suburban, yet steeped in
American romanticism, this was a truly special record that, due to its raw
beauty, got away with the implementation of exotic instruments. It exemplified
what Emily Dickinson qualified in saying, “If I feel physically as if the top
of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
With Enterprising
Sidewalks, this is not a risk. The uncertainty of youth has been resolved
in Lorelei’s lacunae. (A likeness was marginally more evident on their 2003
EP, Informed by the Future.) Instead of fractured eccentricity, we
have wholesome craft. Lorelei has evolved appropriately, but they are not
without urgency. Self-immolation be damned, their pop prowess is directed
out. Enterprising Sidewalks is more a call to arms set forth
by ’90s peers like Moonshake in “City Poison.” Leading by example, it walks the
streets sidestepping dilettantes.
Elizabeth Murphy