World Of Pooh

During their three-year existence in the mid-’80s San Francisco’s World Of Pooh manifested all kinds of reverent beauty-moves interwoven with darker mutterings and visual clews that seemed designed to confound and obfuscate. It wasn’t until much later that listeners would discover how bipolar the band’s actual wobble was. The music of World Of Pooh is some of the definitive American underground pop bastardization created in the latter half of the Twentieth Century. Maybe the vocal and instrumental glisten isn’t quite as pleasant as you’d originally thought. Indeed, their whole gestalt is pretty goddamn twisted, in such an empathetic and human way that it can’t but help draw you in. Because their ending was as rife with public commotion as their birth had been with the private variety, it always seemed highly unlikely that the exquisitely balanced songs would ever reappear in graspable form. But time is a universal salve. And we should be glad of it. Because hearing this music, using ears that have been bored stupid by endless gushes of null-minded pap, it is possible, finally, perhaps, to appreciate the indelicate tension and unholy stylistic alliances that made World of Pooh so special. [SOURCE: MIDHEAVEN] 

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