If Skip James represents the weird, dark Root of country blues, a sound that would migrate north and west from the Jim Crow South, then Rockwell stands in for the shallow repetition-compulsion of Big 80s Pop. Both, I think, have a goth inflection. “Somebody’s Watching Me” seems obvious, even hamfisted, given its creepshow organ music and its accompanying video, but “Devil Got My Woman” is truly haunted. Listening to it– and this is something that the film Ghost World gets right– conjures up the profound pleasure to be experienced in feeling sad.