Pitchfork passes along an XO-outtake from the still-sadly-departed Elliott Smith. There’s an interesting witch-hunt afoot at the Sweet Adeline fansite as to where the track came from and who leaked it–the whole conversation has a distinct, where’d you score, is there more, and can I maybe cop too? feel. Fair enough: “Grand Mal” is your typical blindingly sad Smith fare, with lyrics about all different kinds of falls, most of them grim. “Grand Mal paid you a call, on the avenue/ Bright white shot through the night, and I followed it to you.” Fitting, at least, for the type of Portland day we’re having right now.
Listen to an Unearthed Elliott Smith Song [Pitchfork]