So, I was late to the party on this one, so I didn't get any of the benefits. The cleverly disguised 20 year old 16 year old girls, the ***ty beer in cups where snotty teens try to score, by making ping pong balls into the cup. But what I do get is a Modest Mouse record, formed to my liking. All of my favorite things about Modest Mouse are here, the clever lyrics, the odd country-tinged rock melodies. Only these songs are almost all country, which, some may assume might turn your neck red upon listening, but nothing is more misRED, hahaha, oh I just went there, that just happened.
So I was out on the town the other day, and some Barnacles came out of the ocean with red capes and hand grenades trying to recruit me into their new army. I said no, I will not join your Dick Armey, because that name is too fun-----.
This album, much like a snobby rich person has 12 pairs of shoes, and they are all glamorous, and special in their own ways. Down to the heels even. This is what alt-country should sound like. I mean, sure Wilco is pretty, and Neko Case is hot, but Isaac Brock is insane, and I think that is all that matters. "Parasites" has a really nice catchy vocal melody that might cause certain people to eat their own feces, and then throw microphones into the audience to prevent the spreading of aids.
I found out earlier today that I am schizophrenic.
The single on this album is fantastic, and I am surprised that I didn't hear it on the radio, because I don't listen to the radio. He talks about cum on pianos. I don't know how the cum came to be there, but it's there god dammit, probably because he saw alligators, got aroused, and just started FURIOUSLY MASTURBATING while writing the song. Which means that the song references itself inside itself, so it's a relation....relating itself to itself in the relation. Kierkegaard would be proud.
What this collection of words is trying to say is that this album is quite frankly the best work that Isaac Brock has done, and as an avid Modest Mouse fan, that's hard for me to say, but god dammit it's the truth.
The truth is out there.
so are fat people
and prostitutes
fat prostitute philosophers who will die in their search for truth (or they'll get herpes).
