What limited faith in authority that remains breaks away and drifts into the wind. And yet we carry on.
The Boy in the Bubble opens with new poignancy given the past three months. Move over Lana Del Rey, Emma Ruth Rundle and Chelsea Wolfe are the sirens for our time. It was an effort not to include more by both – expect soon. Palaye Royale is a (careful curation required) punkish rival to Twenty One Pilots and I can’t wait for some epic music video Streets of Rage turf war amidst the further breakdown of non-cyber-punk-America. (bonus points: add muppets!) King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard could play the soundtrack to a Jack Vance novel named the same–I keep waiting for a guy named Cugel to run for office (or has he already?). Orbital’s foldable cities I toss in for times-appropriate brain-expanding overstructured chaos. And if that creates a little lump in your throat, just go with it and see if you can match Altyn Tuu’s tonally phantasma-allegorical throat singing. Just added this entire genre to my Wardruna-heavy playlists. I need to try this as my finishing move whenever a job interview goes south. Who knows what could happen (probably not job offers)! And my pick of the week – AWOLNATION + Weezer is the once flaming now perfectly toasted harmonizing marshmallow chocolate graham cracker we all need. I cannot stop listening.
In closing, why do the recent episodes of Rick and Morty feel more thoughtful, sane, and forward-looking than the leaders of the free world?