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URBANPSYCHAPOP
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
#4,946 in subgenre Peak #38
Charts
Peak #194
Author
Al Pyle
Rights
c 2002
Uploaded
January 12, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
stranded in philthadelphia
Lyrics
ghosts in all these gutters and diesel in the air, gotta doubledown on purity to doubleup down here,im supposed to make a phone call but id rather keep on staring at the ghosts in all these gutters; token diesel fumes down here. well, i'm standing on this diesel corner, rigid fix inside a blur 30 stirring patterned pieces loopt up synct to churn... my brushes race to form a face, dissected to a sequence:10,000 scattered images being lacquered into print. pop hop slipknot logic, logic poorly construed from a tiny list of precedents, hip tip: wannabe gutter ghost, learn to exceed your limits i recognize that window, inimitably opened in my younger fashion, pusht a fist out to the sun still dangling a little glass in... oh, georgia girl, how you whirled, when i was too young to appreciate wonder how youre looking now, dancing through those gutter grates? oh, how your ante broke me down, to be reformed to what im now, ive joined those ghosts, gutterstyle, but left just enough of me to ache...
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