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I’ll die within your reach
Wait. What? Is that a goddamn drum machine? And a goofy phased guitar. And a fucking synthesizer? I thought the Replacements were, you know, a rock band. I mean, sometimes a drum machine is OK, like on that one song from New Order. I mean, what the fuck? No, seriously what the fuck?
The fuck, of course, was that Paul Westerberg had finally written a song that was too great for him to ignore and too difficult for his band to properly play. Especially his drummer, who had tagged along for what was originally a solo session and was too human to nail it.