Would you freakin’ believe it’s snowing outside? UH-gain! Yeah, I blame all you schmo’s you defiantly proclaimed that “Spring is finally here!” on your Facebook pages. See what happens when you use the ‘S’ word? So, now, my ass is out running in the snow again. You should all just hang your heads in shame. Go on. Do it now. Feel shame.
Anyway, snow or not I’m keeping with the plan and completing this 7k run around Crystal Beach all set to the 20th Anniversary edition of Breeder’s ‘Last Splash‘ album.
‘Last Splash’ is the second post-Pixies bassist Kim Deal (along with her sister Kelley), released in August of 1993. It peaked at #33 on Billboard‘s Top 200 album chart and by June of 1994 (the year I graduated from the University of Waterloo with a Bachelor’s degree in drinking beer and smoking pot), the album was certified Platinum by the RIAA for shipment in excess of one million units. In other words, this was the album that catapulted the band into the same classification of super-stardom from whence the Pixies came.
Here the group expanded on the driving, polished sound of the ‘Safari‘ EP, surrounding its (plentiful) moments of brilliance with nearly as many unfinished ideas. When ‘Last Splash‘ is good, it’s great: ‘Cannonball‘ is instantly a catchy collage of bouncy bass, rhythmic stops and starts, and singsong vocals became one of the definitive alt-pop singles of the 90’s. Likewise, the sweetly sexy ‘Divine Hammer‘ and swaggering ‘Saint’ are among the Breeders’ finest moments, and deserved all of the airplay they received. Similarly, the charming twang of ‘Drivin’ on 9‘, ‘I Just Wanna Get Along‘ spiky punk-pop, and the bittersweet ‘Invisible Man‘ added depth that recalled the eclectic turns the band took on their debut album ‘Pod‘ while maintaining the slick allure of the hits represented here.
The run itself was okay actually, despite the white shit falling from the sky. I started things off with a 3k tempo push at my 5k “race pace” (just below 5:00 min/km) before rounding the rest of it off with 2 x 200m sprints and 4 x 400m sprints.
Not. Too. Shabby.