in brief : heavy traffic on the expressway to your heart, emphasis on heavy.
flowers fly across the room,"feb 14" kicks off the new drive-by truckers album w/ big, barreling drums, followed by fussy licks that mew like a siamese cat from the tertiary period, the size of a hippopotamus. chief trucker patterson hood sings a chorus of "BE MY VAL-EHN-TIIIIIINE" w/ a tone that suggests neil young as a southern man. it ends w/ a honking sax solo, like something off an early roxy music album, obviously played by a man w/ a bad liver and a broken heart. the drums are incessant, the song's heartbeat if you will, but everything else is uncertain, tentative; the wonderfully sloppy sax closing is confused and muddled; cupid is a total no-show : you're on your own, bub.
vases smashed against the floor,
you said, "i'd rather be alone,
take your chocolates and go home.