I’m totally obsessed with fischerspooner right now. Some of the stuff (Emerge, in particular, with the rather encouraging lyrics “you don’t need to emerge from nothing, you don’t need to tear away”) is fantastic and uplifting and just fun dance music. But what grabbed me first was the same trashy, brazen attitude I liked in artists like Peaches and Gravy Train. The song Mega Colon absolutely epitomizes the aesthetic: a sultry woman’s voice singing a song you’d otherwise attribute to a fourth-grade boy. Literally, pottymouthed.
It reminds me of this rant in Vice Magazine awhile back about how the only guys who think thong underwear is sexy are the ones who still think girls don’t poo.
In related news, a black hole is born, and feces befoul our fair parks, our dainty knees, our family homes, and our innocent, sacrosanct childhood memories. Of course we’re going to sue someone about it.
Secretly Ironic 