Ok, this thing starts off like some kind of salsa dancing 80’s movie ghostbuster soundtrack Miami sound machine Anthony Michael hall meets welcome back kotter, and then transitions fairly quickly into something resembling modernity, things stabilize, and, hmmm, is that Rockwell? I’m confused.
Ok, now, a bump, er, bumps. It’s becoming, a monster? A robot? Something is growing, that sheen sound, you know, like something shiny is bouncing translucent rays off the wall? Yeah, that.
Ah yes, here come the beep bells, or as I call them, beeples. They comfort me. They reassure me that this is going to something of which I can relate, and then, mysteriously, the beat goes by bye, into that fade out thing, and it’s coming back, and it’s gonna be the big build-up, but I miss the beeples, they were my friends. They understood me, not like old Mrs. Crabapple and her sharp cane made of rickshaw.
Oooh, that zap noise. All is forgiven, and the pounding etcetera is in full effectatious gratitude for my lack on nonchalance. In song three, the “nst nst nst” dillio with the “eee eee” and the like “wokka wokka” (ok I made that bit up) start coming in, with someone starting to say “bi bim bop” or something like that. Man, that’s some Korean bbq conglomeration that made me really sick one time. I literally got up out of the driver’s seat and wandered over to the sidewalk and had a not good moment of anti-zen with a tree and a patch of grass. The person in the passenger seat luckily realized that he would have to take over and disaster was averted.
Hmmm, realizing that might not be terribly relevant and also might scare off that key Idaho demographic. Sorry conglomeration corp. I’m gonna reflect on that for a few songs and come back & tell you what happened. Is it a deal? Before I leave for a moment, I think they’re saying “nacho” now, which brings back much better memories, in case you were wondering. I’ll set the odds at 3.5%.
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