irst that sneaky bass line, and the odd, distant howl. Then Kim Deal all quiet and breathy and winking, “And this I know, his teeth as white as snow, what a gas it was to see him. . . .”
Now come the drums and the pregnant hum of a guitar on the verge. And suddenly we are loud. We are very, very loud: “Gigantic! Gigantic! Gigantic! A big, big love!”
I’m listening to the single greatest song this town has ever produced — “Gigantic” by the Pixies — on the concrete stoop outside Nuggets Records in Kenmore Square Globe Staff,Updated August 14, 2020, 1:13 p.m.
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