Few weeks ago I'm lain in the bedroom, doin some reading, feelin kinda blue on account of the no sleep followed by a buncha far too much sleep, fuckin with the head-sauce no end, all this slumber-time mania.
Chillin, is all, sat for a time watching God Told Me To, ended up layin back with Fevers And Mirrors by Bright Eyes, thinking all bout fringes and hurt in the key a E minor.
Who knows how long I'd have lay there, staring at the ceiling, looking down now and again at the pages in the book, some story I got half-way through before realizing I'd just scanned every page, never really took anything in, and so I dunno if it was good enough to justify reading properly.
Then a thought, a memory, a realization, an Oh The Fuck Yeah, what I'll do is I'll listen to that record arrived this morning, fling it on and see what the hell it's all about, anyway.
Bacon And Egg Are Fanduvo it's called, fresh out Wantage USA, a label makes me feel all warm in the nuts on account of the brilliantly quirky nature of the output. No-Fi Soul Rebellion, The Pope, Last of the Juanitas, records like a PCP lobotomy, wonderful stuff.
So I'm putting this on. All I know is that the band are Bacon And Egg, that the cover has an odd fairy-tale type vibe goin on, knights and castles and dragons.
Three minutes in I'm screaming, face purple, veins bulging out the teeth, what the hell's goin on?
Laid back hip-hop vocals and a sonic backdrop of 80's metal, all solos and riffs and the like.
So I'm saying to a friend, "The fuck is this? I don't know if it's the worst thing I've ever heard or the best! I have no bearing here, flounderin round in the middle the compass, it's kinda like Goldie Lookin Chain, except I don't think it's a joke, except everything's really really good, in so far as the performances and the like. I just don't know what to do with the damn thing."
"Listen to it", is her advice. "Quit yackin and sit back and listen."
So I did, and what happened was that I ended up liking it, although I still don't know if it's any good. That's not The Duke being mean, it's The Duke being honest about his capacities as a Critical Mind with regards the Popular Culture. I never encountered the like of it before, I don't know if this is generic or wildly eccentric or what? Is there a Hip-Hop meets Power Metal sub-genre?
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