Captain Beefheart ‘s Dropout Boogie from the album Safe as Milk.
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You wanna do what
I told you what
Go ta school
Ya getta job
What it`s all about
You told her ya love her so figured her mother ya love her adapt her
Adapt her adapter
She says she`s no boarder
Ya gotta support her
Ya told her you loved her so figured her mother
Ya love her adapt her
Adapt her adapter
`n;` what about after that
The French are not thanked enough for their contributions to the world but thank you France for PNEU.
If torture within Abu Ghraib can be defined as exposing prisoners to unwelcome heavy metal, then what glitch in the law allows my employee to torture me in the workplace with repetitive chart swill.
PNEU is the ultimate antidote to what a lesser writer may describe as Pleb Music. A welcome interruption to awful reality of pleb radio domination. A crowbar with which to dislodge that spiteful, monotonous face that smiles out from every pleb workplace, pleb car stereo and pleb friday night disco.
PNEU are an army of exceptionally talented math-noise rock musicians who make a sound powerful enough to conquer more territory than Napoleon compressed into the limbs of two Frenchmen from Tours.
Translated into English, Pneu means tyre (or tire in American) and the fact that they are French becomes almost irrelevant as the mostly instrumental duo rips through any language barriers thrusting live audiences into whirlwinds of excitement and imprinting their own brand of tyre tracks onto the brains of spectators.
Highway to Health, PNEU’s second album, has helped me through many oppressive working days where, without access to my personal music player, I would be subject to whatever music station is chosen by the owner of my workplace. And I can guarantee that for the continuation of this reality, this workplace will never observe any radio station that includes tracks even half as amazing as Grill Your Eyes or Clapasetsu. In other words – commercial Pleb Music for pubescents, retards and people unfortunate enough not to know any better.
If you are experiencing mental health issues associated with workplace Pleb Music Exposure (PME), there is no authorities to take your complaint before, no court tribunal to enforce your thought-space hygiene rights. All I have to offer is PNEU.
The name Baths comes from that unique time in the day when Wiesenfeld allowed his mind to absorb, mold and tinker with the thoughts gathered in the previous hours.
Emerging from those bathy moments of escape most of us will have, at most, achieved a sense of distance from the harrowing drudgery of the working day.
Will Wiesenfeld, however, found within the experience a magnificent bubbling of colliding universes that burst into each other combining and transforming infinity varieties of standard model universes into mini-verse clusters that slowly glisten as they drift into the cosmos unseen by human senses.
Much to the misfortune of everyone not sharing the same bathtime.
Cerulean is the physical capturing of Wiesenfeld’s cluster-verses in an audio prism and made into vessels on which to transmit his soul. Desires, cuteness, loves and memories swirl within Cerulean amongst the cluster-verse samples that are sucked in against their will like galaxies falling into the event horizon of a black hole.
We are left swimming against the tide of gravity then along with it before realising gravity has all but vanished from this particular place in the multi-verse, a place before and after time and space, a whimsical yet passionate place, a tragic yet joyful place.
Cerulean is the bitter sweet edge of creation where the gods go to contemplate. Although ask Will Wiesenfeld what has just occurred and he will simply reply: a nice long bath.
Toro Y Moi
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