Guided By Voices: English Little League

It truly sucks that the man who delivered us the near-perfect Bee Thousand almost 20 years ago is the same man who now is the butt of so many jokes. Robert Pollard is a classic example in confusion with quantity versus quality. Or maybe we’re just missing the point.
A friend recently explained his GBV frustration to me. “Too prolific. It’s hard to know which ones to pay attention to,” he texted me.
There’s some truth in his statement. Pollard expects a lot from his fans. And if you’re one of the diehard variety, it’s likely you could blow your whole monthly record budget only on his stuff.
English Little League, like most of Pollard’s crop from the past decade, holds a few really great tracks, but is mostly missable. There are few cringes, but there are also few HOLY SHIT moments.
I am still very thankful that I drained my barely 16-year-old (likely Velcro) budget to see GBV on their “final tour” in 2004. It was a shaping experience during which I almost melted into putty, especially when “Hot Freaks” happened, even amidst all the chord stumbling at the Beta Bar. However, I wish I’d known better when dishing a painful $30+ during my unpaid intern days in 2010 Atlanta to catch their much-hyped reunion tour. The cynic in me wonders if Pollard may unintentionally be exploiting the band’s rocky past among the rabid fan base.