Saturday, September 5

Ok, so Bullshit is/are kind of dead, but not really.



Who knows. The last issue never really worked out. parts here:


Embrace the Barthag! How to:
Become a Fucking Hippy

Boy do I hate hippies. Always being annoying, talking about saving the earth and fighting the system and other bullshit. You guys think you know, but you don't. I know what makes you tick...

Of course, hippies Loooove world music, you fucking crunchy pseudo-revolutionary piece of shit. Os Mutantes were/are are a psychedelic 60’s pop band from Brazil, kind of a Latin Mothers of Invention, with more coordinated vocals. They are a band that excite and impress other dirty shit-eating hippies like you, great for any large gathering, and you can talk about the Tropicalia movement or rice cakes or something. Brushes, bongos, rhythm sticks, oos and aahs, organ, fuzz, brushes on toms, guitar solos, tape manipulation. Karma surfboard tango funk teen bop.

Tyrannosaurus Rex, A.K.A. Devendra Banhart version 1, quavers like a crane-throated Brahmin on a silken cloud, on ACID or some shit, you despicable mob of drug swallowing, organic worshipping out-of-work farm hands. Mark Bolan (who wrote about 40 songs about cars but never got a license or drove a car because he was afraid a car would kill him, and who died when his girlfriend drove him into a tree) basically made up a sound and spit 4 albums the way you or I would say, cook bacon (does that bother you, you stinky vegan basement troglodyte?). Later, dude changed the band to T.Rex and wrote ’Get It On (Bang a Gong)’, but that’s the electric glam stuff. I’m talking about the raga-bongo simmering string journey faerie legend stuff.

And no salamander road-crossing assistance gathering or maypole dancing is complete without the Incredible String Band. Scottish ne’er do wells who combined their folk with a bunch of stringed instruments from Morroco, no exponential folk group can safely list their influences in a Spin interview without name dropping these thrumming, mystic longhairs. Lyrically, ISB fares better than Tyrannosaurus Rex (and probably Os Mutantes because you don’t even speak Spanish), in that while there are lots of talking animals and water running over stones, they wrote some very effective folk songs with more of a personal and conversational angle.

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