You could say that, but the more I listened, the more it morphed into a slow rolling distortion dirge, almost death metal. I don’t so much dance and sing it in the shower anymore as wail. And the lyrics are so incredibly masterful, they flow with no rhymes for crutches, just an inevitability. I love it and it depresses me no end.
I do not disagree with you in regards to the ethos and the meaning behind it, and, to me, that makes the funk in it even more poignant. A quasi-nihilistic “your soul’s a husk anyway, so you might as well get groovy,” with the added tinge of still having a husk for a soul.
Dunno how to explain this any better, although it’s one of my favourite nuances in Sad Music in general.
Thank you! Love this one, too (love most of their stuff, to be honest). Never thought of watching their Lives, though.
Which is also why I also had a bit of a shock when seeing that Protomartyr are now “a bunch of parents from around the neighborhood shredding it,” like…
Ooh, this one is fun-kaay!
You could say that, but the more I listened, the more it morphed into a slow rolling distortion dirge, almost death metal. I don’t so much dance and sing it in the shower anymore as wail. And the lyrics are so incredibly masterful, they flow with no rhymes for crutches, just an inevitability. I love it and it depresses me no end.
I do not disagree with you in regards to the ethos and the meaning behind it, and, to me, that makes the funk in it even more poignant. A quasi-nihilistic “your soul’s a husk anyway, so you might as well get groovy,” with the added tinge of still having a husk for a soul.
Dunno how to explain this any better, although it’s one of my favourite nuances in Sad Music in general.
Also, Pontiac 87 live here
Thank you! Love this one, too (love most of their stuff, to be honest). Never thought of watching their Lives, though.
Which is also why I also had a bit of a shock when seeing that Protomartyr are now “a bunch of parents from around the neighborhood shredding it,” like…