I Want Two...

The god-like singer-songwriter Rufus Wainwright released the second half of his third album, called Want Two, yesterday.

It's blissfully beautiful, lyrical, and just an amazing collection of music. The album is ruch, but not in the lush, expansive way its predecessor was--Bolero isn't going in the background--this is a more stripped-down Rufus (which Pheobe and I will tell you is always good). Plus, if you can decipher them, the lyrics are of course immensely clever.

As the Washington Times, that publication knonwn for its appreciation of somewhat obscure homosexual singer-songwriters (evidenced by the ad in its review that implored me to keep Arlen Specter out of the Senate Judiciary Committee), puts it:

"One gets the feeling that Mr. Wainwright would be happier if there were more Rufus Wainwrights in the world, which would evidently be bad news for firefighters in the singer's native Montreal.

But it would be good news for those looking for more smarts and musicianship in their pop music."

I'll take that.