titmachine: left/right ((i wanna be your dog) or whatever the titles are)
hmmm, sexiest record sleeve ever?
musically it goes:
keyboard boop boop boop boop boop.
guitar chznnh chznnh chznnh chznnh.
vocals germanic or dutch yelping mumbling the iggsters words.
it’s fucking ace no matter which way you look at it:
it totally shits on the original every which way and loose in a way that arseholes might scream sacrilege and insist these buggers be flayed burned tarred whupped whatever…
and
it’s pretty much in the spirit of the stooges version.
there’s nothing wrong with hating it. it’s shit. there’s nothing wrong with loving it. it’s wonderful. as long as it inspires some kind of reaction. we’re all so bloody used to everything that we’re bored by everything. i said in a recent post that there has been no sonic-youth-when-they-were-fearless what-the-fuck moment in my recent music listening history.
this may well qualify as a what the fuck moment.
it was out on meeuw muzak, it may well be out on siltbreeze (who seem to be releasing one mad beauty of a record every bloody day).
fetch boy fetch.
sexbomb:
timachinespace / meeuw music / siltbreeze
previously in this pointless series:
