It has quite a few years since Toronto’s Broken Social Scene has given their fans a studio album. With their much ballyhooed 2010 release, Forgiveness Rock Record, a kindler, gentler, BSS is handing out hugs of forgiveness like a, what exactly? Like a grownup? The lyrics of “Texico Bitches” seems to hang onto the anger and disillusionment oft associated with Rock and Roll (the word “bitches” gets repeated a dozen times), even if the melody evokes rainbow roller coasters, cotton candy and carousels. -Davis Fleetwood
In his own words, Zack was “Zack was born a slave, classically trained as a battery and now has steady work as a megaphone to promote truth in all forms.” He holds the bar high. Get to know him. Start here. Lyrics below the break Continue reading →
Warning: violent. Portions of this video are difficult to watch.
There is the tried and true Madonna approach to drumming up pre-album release buzz: tits and ass, and hot lesbian action, and now comes the M.I.A. approach. If you thought M.I.A. would seek universal pop acceptance following her massive “Paper Planes” ride, think again. The video made for her single Born Free a borrows heavily from the absurdist elements of the Dr. Seuss’ cold war allegory, The Butter Battle Book, violently re-imagining the Palestinian-Israeli conflict (?) set in a futuristic USA where fair-skinned red-heads are the enemy. -Davis Fleetwood
You know, if I am going to be honest, this song is way up my “most played” on my itunes. True. Like that old Sesame Street game, “which one of these things does not look like the other” this song sits way up top with The Flaming Lips, Fugazi, John Coltrane, & DJ Shadow. Perhaps it is because I worked as a high school teacher just outside of D.C. years ago and was exposed to “Go-Go”, or perhaps (now as a resident of the northeast) on those winter days when I was forced to run inside on a treadmill, it was this song, more than any other, that got me to run that extra mile.
P.S.- I am dragging my fat ass through the Providence Marathon this Sunday.
Thank you Amerie.
While some call her a narcissist (and a derivative one at that, see the video that inspired this one below) it is hard to take your eyes off of her as she traces the path that lead to JFK’s head being blown off while taking her clothes off.
This may require a second view to actually listen to the song.