Got distracted from posting but never distracted from boasting: I’m the best at listening to music.
My Faves of 2018 playlist is organized but I think I’d like to write a few words about it, so that’s still incoming. Here are those months from 2018 yet to be posted though!
It seems like the older I get, the more sound I demand from my music. It does need to retain a semblance of construction, though, it can’t drone or wash or dissemble. But spastic, violent, overwhelming– these are applicable adjectives. Preferably more computerized than instrumental; I’ve yet to be drawn into metal and all its subgenres (though I was into Dragonforce for my mid-to-late teens, thanks YTMND!), and I think it’s because guitars and growls don’t do enough. They can’t engage me!
Last month’s discovery of Machine Girl was tremendous. A stuttering, jolting clash beast that feasts only on rainbow Nerds, an uzi fired through a motherboard. This album’s title is Because I’m Young Arrogant and Hate Everything You Stand For and even that conveys the sound: knowingly over-the-top and proud of it.
I can’t really listen to happy hardcore for the repetition of the beat, that spring-bounce beat found in every. Happy. Hardcore. Track. But I’m highlighting “Bullet Hell” today for its use of that same beat in bursts, and this classic, overdone sound feels rejuvenated for it. That’s all it took!
And the album cover has to be appreciated in all its glory. Sometimes I feel like this is my POV:
Is she rebranding herself? Is she Doja Cow now? She disavows cats in the chorus. She does not meow.
I love this so much because it’s so fully fleshed-out by one person in a bedroom. The question she asked herself is “if I was a cow, how would I own it?” “Time to re-purpose Luda and Kelis with a bovine twist.” From there, she said “I have a laptop and a green screen, how do I film the music video?” “Let me look in my closet for cow-like, farmer-ish outfits.” “Order a burger? Sure, I’m hungry!” And she floats through it all with her charisma and confidence. “Bitch, I’m a cow” never felt so powerful. Been lowing “mooo” all day in both positive and negative tones.
If you haven’t seen her leading single “Go To Town” yet, you might as well. Props for the Cyriak clip that crops up too.
An easy choice for a cover song, given the circus freak theme (emphasis on freak). But they did a complete job with it. It’s not a minute-long loop. It’s slightly short of three and a half, full of true chuggy chords, and it comes into its own at minute two. Additionally: SKEWT Doo DOOTT DE LOOT DOo doot dee dooT Doot
I intend to share some more music videos from this playlist and dig into the songs as they’re highlighted. And I’ve already covered a few. More to come! 6ix9ine and SOPHIE and Kirin in particular, if you want to prepare yourself, do some advance studying.
The most important reaction to this entire month’s playlist is my anger that the breakdown from 2:15 – 2:28 of Drake’s “In My Feelings” isn’t a whole song.
After playing her this song, a friend suggested we watch the YACHT “sex tape” with neither of us knowing the twist. (I am willing to watch pornos with friends for academic purposes, never prurient.) That video in tandem with this video (“what IS the Red Hot Chili Peppers?”) has me convinced there’s no funnier indie band. Not to mention this song is cutely sensual and catchier than it has any right to be.
Might as well keep the birthday rap train steaming along given that I never shared this back in October beyond texting it to Olivia (though she did post it on her Facebook wall at the time). It must be wild being my friend. Y’all are so lucky.
listen up yall got a friend named Olivia
birthday call so i’m droppin trivia
she’s way progressive to a point: shivvin ya
she’s downright quick as a fox: vivica
she’s everybody’s only favorite Quakerchic
she called me Birna and the nickname sticked
Livejournal page turna and an improv whiz
acting in plays and giving Jesse shiz
on that InstaQueen level Princess Diana
law to the lawless, reigns from Atlanta
tearin down the system with a fervor that’s rare
it’s why she hides her identity: last name Claire
and if these 27 years sound like fantasy
there’s evidence here:
it happened, a whole fam-i-ly
adopted a Gremlin one eye and tremblin
a gecko named Jucci patterned like Gucci
tattoo legend Michael ceramics gone wild
not the only pot we enjoy just a trifle
all four got that vital love always in cycle
You think you can be better than them? Try to!
party strooooong, Livvy’s worth a parade
or at least a song better than mine from 8th grade