A shape-shifting producer sheds the shoegaze haze—and his band.
When Portland four-piece Anne released its debut, Dream Punx,
in 2011, few could resist throwing the album’s airy, dark pop in with
My Bloody Valentine and the rest of the shoegaze pack. And whi
By the time you read this, I will be in Los Angeles. I think I’m going to stay there a while. So this marks the end of my 13-month attempt to keep tabs on Portland punk rock. My first impulse was to write a long essay about how fucking punk my navel is, but I’ve done a lot of that since last August, and rest assured my self-involvement comes into play plenty in the appreciations that follow. Instead ...
[SHOEGAZE DAZE] Don’t let the title of Anne’s debut album
fool you—this Portland quartet’s sad-sack shoegazing is about as punk as
Robert Smith’s mansion. But the bait-and-switch perpetrat