"The band’s signature vocals are buried in the mix, roughed up, uglified; there are chants, whispers, moans and shouts. It sounds as if it were recorded live on a whaling ship in heavy seas. You can practically hear the record executives shrieking in the background. It ends not with a gentle fade-out but with a kind of goat-bleat from Stevie Nicks, followed by some gratuitous drum patter."
-- Sam Anderson on Fleetwood Mac's"Tusk." It's piece of writing that is nearly perfect from start to finish.
Also: Martini Friday is alive! This one is about my pants.