I've now heard three people cover "Fuck and Run," Liz Phair's ode to regretful promiscuity off Exile in Guyville. I've seen it worked up as a sacred, soul-baring hymnal, a scrappy acoustic jokey version and now this pensively danceable electro-pop take. There's a delicate balance in the original that's part naive and part worldy-wise, part matter-of-fact resignation, part steely bravado. I think that's misread as plain confessional by some and, as evidenced by this latest take that features handclaps, kinda fun by others. And what's with all the dudes who cover this song? Is that supposed to be ironic?
Cassettes Won't Listen (MP3)