Oh, Mindless Self Indulgence, how the times have treated you. I remember as if it were only a few days ago that I discovered you,
Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy. We had some good times, you and I. Over your 30 tracks that average around a minute and forty-eight seconds, I find comfort in the knowledge that, and no one else, am listening to you at that moment. At least, that’s what I like to think. Oh, you were a feisty one all right. When I first picked you up, FGWSSS, I vehemently denied. Oh sure, I thought you had some interesting ideas and drum beats, but I mean, you were industrial, and I ever so hated industrial. I in fact, wished the guy from Nine Inch Nails would have just become one of the things from that one video; the name escapes me now, but that matters not. All that matters is that I have found you once again, my dear, dear FGWSSS.
It may have taken me a while, but I eventually saw your charm and wit. Even though you may have warned me at first (in a rather backhanded way…why did you have that mask on, anyways?), I couldn’t help it. You’re lyrics about devouring young, about how you wanted to simply murderize me, they all seemed so harmless and fun. Your declaration that “bitches love me” just entranced my whole being, especially with the old school hip-hop feel you put behind it. Honestly, you had me at “and go go gogogogo kill yourself.”
Your humor just appealed to me so. Sure, many people called you disgusting, overly violent, woman hating, a gay basher, but I saw past all of that. It was just a laugh fest whenever you were around. Nothing in particular you said was funny in and of itself, you were just so un-pc and shocking to me, I couldn’t help but chuckle at some of your classic lines. Can you forget when you said “I been denied all the best ultra sex”, and we just died of laughter? I can’t. You also had such a good sense flow, I was always stunned at the way you spit out your romantic lines toward me. “Home girls attention you must pay” was so memorable, I made a little widget for it.
In conclusion, I love you FGWSSS. When we’re together, I just feel that special feeling that I normally only get while watching one of those “a special episode of Walker, Texas Ranger”. Namely, it’s a warm, fuzzy feeling, and my toesies curl up, and I have a cup of hot chocolate. You are the only reason I can stand industrial to this day, Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy, and for that you deserve all the love I can give you.
Oh, Mindless Self Indulgence, how the times have treated you.
That is a clear indication of how much I love this album. It also was a nice and easy way of expressing that this album obviously isn’t for everyone. The lyrics are incredibly offensive, very few albums with vocals so clean come close to how brutal this album is. The lyrics I shared above are not close to how far this album goes. Even if you can take a gay joke here or there, you may be best left never bothering to figure out what the lyrics are, or probably never checking this album out.
However, if you have a very, very, very good (some may say dark or abysmal, but I disagree) sense of humor, you can check some of the best music put out this millennium. MSI explore a myriad of styles, from hip hop on tracks such as
Bitches, a high octane track that some may recognize the opening to, to a nu metal sound on what could possibly the best song on the album,
I Hate Jimmy Page. On the track, Mr. Urine basically makes a huge anti-nu metal sentiment. At least, I hope that’s what he’s saying. But considering very often it all seems to be random babbling, it’s very hard to verify anything.
This album, no matter how I may have come off earlier, is grand. Its 30 tracks of just audio garbage, but its audio garbage that just makes sense. Although there are obviously weak tracks scattered throughout, the album is 30 songs long, of course it’s going to have its share of mediocrity. Someone decided to classify MSI as industrial, and I am not going to change that. However, they combine so many elements, from hip hop, electronica, industrial, metal, and even nu metal that this album just can’t be looked as anything other than a masterpiece. I recommend this album to three types of people: Those who love music in general, and wont will just enjoy this for what it is; those with an incredibly dark sense of humor (you’ll find this album a godsend);and to those who, like me, are looking for something that, 6 years after it’s release, is still an incredibly fresh breath of air and a classic album in its own right. I loved this album, and will to my grave, and if you disagree, well, as Urine states on I Hate Jimmy Page, “You’re so wrong with yo jive you don’t know me”.
Band members:
Little Jimmy Urine- Lead Vocals, Programming
Steve, Righ?- Lead guitar, backup vocals
Vanessa TY/Lyn-Z- Bass Guitar (Past/Present)
Kitty- Drums
