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It’s hard to tell how much of the music in Digital Ash is electronically produced and how much of it is just Oberst’s studio band. Either way, there’s much more here (and somehow, much less) than a boy and a guitar: the mix is thick with drums, synthesized instrumentation, and gee-wiz effects. The first track, “Time Code,” opens with two minutes of electronic noodling accompanied by bizarre background panting, presumably from an onanistic Oberst. Just in case the avant wheezing didn?...
...Bambi stays true to Total’s formula. Track after track pummel the listener with disorienting lyrics that somehow have the same effect whether they’re in French, German and English: a fun sleaze, a purposeful blow-up of our conceptions of Euro-trash culture. “I am Naked,” the album’s lead single, is a prime example, as German singer Brezel Goring prattles on in kitty-cat vocals at a second-grade register about the virtues of nudity. The bad translations (and the frequent intrusion of a gruff gravelly...
...because I wasn’t pro at it,” Droste says. “I ended up just sort of keeping it.” The album was recorded, after all, in Droste’s small bedroom—but in spite of all this, somehow there was enough space to build a rich sonic layer cake...
...than it pays out, and eventually Social Security’s immense reserves will run out. The exact dates depend on the growth numbers one uses, but Bush likes to say that by 2042, Social Security will be “exhausted and bankrupt.” Bush has somehow connected this anthropomorphized Social Security (government programs cannot file for bankruptcy, nor become exhausted) to the idea that when America adjusts Social Security’s cash flow, part of Social Security should also be privatized. The plan’s publicized, if vaguely defined, line is that anyone could...
...deliver an arrow to his own face. It’s time to revolutionize the holiday and reclaim it for the masses. Valentine’s Day shouldn’t just be about reinforcing preexisting love affairs; it should be about hooking up with random people and somehow ending up with an unfathomable supply of “Sweethearts” candy. In the end, it is a pagan holiday, so let’s act like pagans, not self-satisfied assholes...