Mullets and Sexbombs and Prog Rock O My

Remember Alison Goldfrapp?  After coming to fame collabing with Tricky, she swung for the stars on her self-titled project, repping herself as a powerful sexbeast.  Just a force of supernature that could pull the world down to her level and make everybody want to fuck in an unreasonable way.

As it turned out, this was not sustainable.  She went sing-songy mellow fizz on subsequent albums.  Hey, energy is finite.

Well.  The archetype of Queen Sexbeast might be hard to maintain, but a different kind of energy came out of a distant colony, when Amyl and the Sniffers were born.  Amy Taylor has not dropped the bombast yet, even if there are a few mellow tracks laced in for a breather during long sets.  Good job, Amy.

But what’s up with that hairstyle?  She was only rocking it for a short time, but it’s more typically associated with lesbians these days.  Maybe Amy got tired of disappointing the nice ladies with her heterrible ways.

Call it a mange mullet.  Just taking the concept of a mullet, which used to be romantic and fierce to the mans what rocked it, and making it look like a mistake, like the result of problems and scissors.  Observe the mousier member of this amurrican band:

These are just some songs in my mix lately, and the hair jumped out at me.  And that reminded me of a song I haven’t heard in years, that I absolutely fucking love.  Did you know how many words for mullet there are?  Allow the Vandals to enumerate them.

I had a mullet for a minute when I was about thirteen (1989), because my dad wanted to “get the hair out of my eyes.”  I glared at him so hard when I came out of the barber that he never made me get a haircut again, and I had more uniformly long hair from then until I went bald at the age of twenty-two.

Just the same, I do love Queensrÿche.  Tempted to throw some Richard Marx on here to demo serious mullet action, but I can’t make myself do it.  Queensrÿche, on the other hand… bottoms up.

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No Nukes

If shitler and his “warfighter” get up their dicks enough to nuke somebody, I’d like to just be on the record here as saying whatever reprisal happens to this country will be justified.  I hope first and foremost that the fucking clown posse doesn’t do it, because fuck nukes, but if they do?  I hope the reprisal is a decapitating strike that doesn’t kill any of the civilians of Washington DC, who are mostly descended from the slaves who built the place.  We’ve done enough decapitating strikes lately to more than earn one of our own.

I am obliged by my “no doomerism” policy (please don’t forget it in my comments) to say I sincerely do not believe a full-scale nuclear conflict will result from whatever these horrific fuckups do.  It has been inevitable since the Cold War that at some point somebody is going to use smaller-scale nukes in a war scenario.  The technology exists to make a crater of small country, but restricting the scope of the blast to the size of a city is more “economically” sensible – preserve the value of more of the real estate.

Whoever ends up taking out the trash here, don’t miss newt gingler.  I like the version of him from this video better than reality…

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Can’t Even with these Dicks

i was listenin’ to whatever yewchoob throws at me, as much as i can tolerate that.  this time it was giving me nothing but stuff i’ve heard before, which is ok because i’m a basic bitch like that.  this is “unable,” by suburban lawns.  i think the first few times i had it on, i wasn’t paying close attention and assumed it was about frustration in some general sense, but no, it’s about how her lover’s dongus is too longus to be contained in condoms as it should be.  reminds me of the quentin tarantino “like a virgin” bit from reservoir dogs.

well this is a punk song by a wacky lady vocalist that is about frustrating limitations in a broader sense, and i prefer it.  the chorus is about domestic violence tho, in a dark humorish kind of way.  check it out.

su tissue from suburban lawns presumably got a day job and fell off the face of the earth.  good for her, i think.  fame no bueno for some ladies.  polly succumbed to the scourge of punk rock: cancer.  i don’t know why, most of the ramones and ari up from the slits and more got punked out by the big c.  don’t do world tours, people.  airplane travel involves too much radiation.  but she did live long enough to perform a few duets with her adult daughter, to reap the appreciation of the nostalgic in her last years.  get what you can out of the time u got.

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A Prophecy

“Evil policemen patrol the city;
They look for somebody to kill.
They’ve done a little damage,
They wanna do some more now,
And they probably will.”

“I Wish This Song Was Louder” by Electric Six (2006)

I tease that this was prophetic, but the fact is police work attracts murderers like priest work attracts child molesters, so it’s been true.  But still, it jumps out when you hear it, given the way hair fuhrer’s goon squad is besieging Minneapolis at the moment.  If they keep on like this, we’re going to have a massacre at some point, possibly hundreds of victims.  I’m sure ICE’s secret body count is already well over a hundred “invisible people,” but this is that main street action he was bragging about.  Different.

The casual level of control the fash have over complicit corporate media might prove insufficient at that point.  My guess is they’ll try to seize direct control of media then.  I bet google rolls over for the murderers and restricts youtube for them.  What else might happen?  A good model for how the pigs will react could be the Philippines under Duterte, when they were piling up dead college students and claiming they were all narcoterrorists.

The rest of this song is more silly and irrelevant.  Give you something less dire to look at.

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We Dem Boyz

I made a playlist on yewchoob.  When I say “we dem boyz” I don’t mean to misgender myself.  I was just thinkin’, lotta songs about boys.  I didn’t scratch the surface really, but observe what I got.  I do include just a few non-musical items, including the lead-off track.  Enjoy.

…uuuhhhh content warnings.  some videos might flash a lil light, iggy pop’s song violates my ableism policy, song by the waitresses a lil sexist?, dead milkmen song is about self-destruction and is rude about little people, and just everything about boyz in tha hood…  the rest of the stuff is probably problematic for reasons.  i couldn’t bring myself to include duran duran’s wild boys.

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mind control music in cartoons

in honor of the newest moral panic about a thing that is being blamed for suicides, a look back at when people claimed heavy metal would have that effect.

fundies moved from the tent show to the talk show, popularizing the idea of hidden messages in music.  that idea turned up in a few cartoons, tho not always in the genre of metal…

remember when gi joe’s enemy organization cobra started a band, for mind control purposes?  pepperidge farm remembers.

that was a pretty catchy one, but the brain of “pinky and” fame had better lyrics.  “ain’t you a tall drink of water?”  “actually, madam, i am a laboratory mouse on stilts.”

let me know of any others i should add to the post.

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oh well whatever nevermind

hey howzabout the weather.  purty wet ’round these parts, i tell you whut.  maybe not rainin’ cats and dogs, nay, mere puppies and kittens, tumblin’ from on high, soft steady and endless.  solar powered things lie fallow in the yard.  look around, lisa brown, the sky is that hazy shade.  the worm turns.  rather, the quadrillion ton of invasive worm turns, and those who feast upon such things cavort where they are flushed from the earth.  that’s a miserable looking banquet, but joy is where you find it.  for my part, i’m gonna tuck into an unquiet species of torpor, and see what dreams come, in the moments when they are permitted.

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