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Vaccuumthrust Voodoopop
funk acid acidrock gospel
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Funk-based FreeRange NonOrganic ChickenPop: hoppy, rough, and mean.
Put Some Medicine In Your Cabinet! The Creamy Young Hustlers, led not in administration but by inspiration by Iceberg Al, are a constantly evolving, ever-rotating funky-noise ensemble spewing psychadelic whirlwinds of voodoo-infused chickenpop at the Conventional Music Monks, who quake at every atonal note and every terrifying, slithering rhythm. Deriving its confusing power mainly from the ever-forward integration of new members, new styles, and new expressive slants, this music will either grind you or grab you (eat your children or haunt your refrigerator)... add Iceberg Al's gurgling, non-articulative vocal moans to the recipe and now you have bottled, prescription-only, don't-use-with-heavy-machinery, completely-marketable SUPERWEIRD...
Song Info
Charts
Peak #977
Peak in subgenre #48
Author
Al Pyle
Rights
c 2002
Uploaded
January 13, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
This is supposed to suggest the irritating proximity of heartache to rage, um, i think.
Lyrics
rabid dog will kick a frog, dancing always on surface innocence - clever claws, just kidding, yah'll - preview without print. guess you're all set to draw, freshly raw with distorted memories - your last call, same as before oh how you been so cheated! passive jaw will tap a frog, tap his walls of giddy electricity - sullen jaw, no comment, yah'll - participate, who me? guess you're all set to stall, a sideline crawl beneath publicity - blank page is a safety sprawl, safe beyond critique. slipped a ride on many sides of those spiderwebbing lines, and ive scuffed a hundred angles from a hundred pairs of shoe, but it still breaks me down, just a little at a time, to hear the harshest kind of news you and her and me and them and all lost nursing tragedy; im sorry that the who i am is not the who you thought id be. burns me dark to lose a friend, a lost kid on an empty beach, but im out of what i had to spend investing in the shame on me. flipped a ride on many sides of those...
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