Blog: Citizen Dick

There is a self-congratulatory element of Stephin Merritt's work, the kind of which is either explained by fundamental insecurity or mind-blowing self-confidence. Either way, whether it is the heavy-handed ironosincerity of his most recent album titles ( 69 Love Songs offers just that, while Distortion is a collection of distorted songs and I is an album filled with songs titles that begin with the titular letter of the alphabet) or the adolescent wit of the songwriting, the man behind The Magnetic Fields seems eager for his audience to get the joke and revere [...]