The Kids Have Taken Over the Classroom, Pt. 2
Our Guestblogger today is Ryan. He is enthusiastic about good music. Sorry for the lateness of this post. I've been away from the Internet.
Need New Body - Show Me Your Heart - Need New Body makes you feel exactly what their name implies-- like a completely inadequate physical being: "Why do I not have 16 arms and 112 legs and eight fucking heads so I can TWITCH LIKE THEY WANT ME TO?" Well, suck it up, bitches, you aren't good enough to dance to this. A circular, bleeping melody charges out of the speakers and into your brain, stuttering and spiraling into itself. Followed by some cheerful maracas, Show Me Your Heart gets off to a nice rollicking start, but then-- an explosion of bass and piano informs the song with a disturbing evil that reverberates for the next 3 minutes. From then on, schizophrenic noises circle the outskirts of your hearing while Jeff Bradbury moans that "this time we want your brain." A delightful little banjo interlude gives the proceedings a kick in the ass from Our Collective American Roots, &c., but the real beauty of this shuffling, mechanized lump from heaven/hell is in the bizzarely hilarious lyrics. Ahh.
[Buy UFO by Need New Body from Insound.com]
Mohammed Rafi - Jaan Pehechaan Ho - This Bollywood masterpiece makes an appearance in Ghost World. First off, fuck Ghost World. I have never seen it and never will. This song rocks eight ways from Sunday: gigantic, shrill horns flourish all over the track, painting everything in preposterous gold and white. Surf-guitar weaves in and out of the vocal track, occasionally bursting into an irresistible stream of extended rhythmic riffing. And those DRUMS! Tinny though they are, they propel the song with a breathless energy, and occasionally, a hint of madness. The vocals are just too catchy, too coy to withstand: you WILL try to sing along in a language you don't understand. You just know this guy has never had this much fun in his fucking life. And whenever his fevered wailing reaches the level of a ululation, the song bursts apart at the seams, and snaps back into place with karmic predestination. We get a final coo to our ears before he lets out a barbaric yawp followed by a fantastic outro wherein the drums flip into hyperspeed. God exists, children!
[Buy the Soundtrack from Ghost World at Insound.com]