“Marquee Moon” slips constantly from sense to nonsense and back again; endlessly quotable and endlessly gnomic (“listening to the rain, hearing something else…”), it teases with intimations of meaning while always deferring the moment at which understanding crystallises; and all the while Tom Verlaine sings/harangues in that fraught expressive voice of his and the guitars — and in many ways it’s all about the guitars — clatter and crash and stagger and chime in glorious noise, building structures into the distance from the most basic, immediately to hand materials…I suggested this before, and I’ll say it outright now: this is what rock music is all about.
