My friends don’t ask me my opinion of Dischord because they’re too busy telling me their
opinion of Dischord, even though I bought 20 years of Dischord the day it came out; my
favourite track is “What Kind Of Monster Are You?” by Slant 6.
And if you are wondering, there is a direct correlation between the levels of Caucasian
testosterone and factual masturbation over a million dollar DIY record label.
I’d like to take a moment to point out there is nothing original about this or any other song
that has been released, ever— that I’m not the first person to project over arpeggiators
and I won’t be the last, although I imagine most other artists don’t feel a need to include a
tabla solo in their music in order to bridge the gap between art and artist. And yes: that is
a thinly veiled, poorly written reference to the racial expectations and divisions along
genre lines, and if you’re in a position to do so, sign me, you racist.
If your bored of hearing about it, I’m bored of thinking about it
All this art, all this art, all this art, all this art
Imitating life, imitating life, imitating life, imitating life.
All this art, all this art, all this art, all this art
Imitating life, imitating life, imitating life, intimidating life.
Stop having fun immediately and think about what you’ve done
My best friend is a white English man, who is as indigenous as he is kind. We spend most
of our time discussing records we love, people we hate and all the things that might kill
us; however, that which doesn’t kill me only makes me weirder at parties, but that’s not
something that worries me anymore, because nobody invites me to parties. Seems as if
my half baked hot takes, like: if there is a heaven it’ll be highly unlikely any of our heroes
are there just because of their back catalogues, is apparently insensitive and a testament
to my alcoholic thinking.
Doesn’t make it wrong.
What does any of it mean? Maybe something, probably nothing.
I don’t like satirical songs about coming over here and sharing culture, because I think
they’re a dated trope and a cheap sell. I didn’t come here with one culture; I was born
here and ostracised by two.
I believe that people care, but this industry has painted itself into the corner of a white
room. So no matter your thoughts on this song, remember: the punchline's me but the
joke's on you.
All this art, all this art, all this art, all this art
Imitating life, imitating life, imitating life, imitating life.
All this art, all this art, all this art, all this art
Imitating life, imitating life, imitating life, intimidating life.
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell
Virtual it-girl Miquela, who pushes the boundaries of reality, gets her latest club track remixed by Amnesia Scanner, Palmistry, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2019
