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PCP: Bang Bang

Monotony Monday #24 – More Memories

Bang Bang for Your Buck

The short of it: It’s just a dope track with a sweet sample. 

Young Buck’s life has been pretty rough the past few years. IRS raids, shootings, prison, and property auctions are just a few of the hardships he’s faced.

That list doesn’t even include his exile from and eventual rejoining of G-Unit. Of course, that’s a whole issue besides the beef– he’s a dude best known for being a part of 50 Cent’s crew. He isn’t a well-known name anymore in today’s waves of Soundcloud and social media rappers, and, for the most part, he’s a forgotten part of the early aughts scene.

And it’s a damn shame because he made some dope music.

The sample of Nancy Sinatra’s “Bang Bang” makes a beautiful hook and those little strings just make this track hit that sweet, moody spot. Buck delivers with this serious, unhappy tone that compliments the almost sad brags that make up the reality of a life that can end with a single bang.

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PCP: Ramin Djawadi’s “Paint It Black”

Monotony Monday #23 – Morphing Maniacal Melodies

A Fresh Coat of Paint It Black

The short of itWestworld manage to reinvigorate one of the most tired covers out there by pairing it with near perfect choreography. 

So I just started watching Westworld (guess what’s coming up for WW #23) and holy smokes, cowboy. It’s hard to turn off, partially because of its captivating performances and stories and partially because I accidentally kicked the remote out of reach.

Point is, it’s really good. Some of the scenes are just so masterfully composed that I keep replaying them in my head. The foremost scene that’s been on a loop in my brain is the heist scene.

Everything is just so radical. The quick spins during gunfire, the sweet lines, and, most of all, that kickass rendition of “Paint It Black.”

Let’s be honest though, it’s a song with one too many covers.

From the good,

to the okay,

to the no-one-asked-for-this version.

Point being, this song is very easy to screw up in its application. It’s pretty tired as a song itself; hell, there’s basically an entire game based on the song.

So when the heist scene rolls up and those woodwinds and horns start swelling, damnit, it makes sense that it costs $40,000 a day to stay in Westworld. Rodrigo Santoro’s handsomely scarred face and killer black outfit make him the outlaw of everyone’s dreams, especially when backed by Djawadi’s composing. Everything in this scene just works so well. It’s got me unironically humming that “dun dun dun dun dun dun” every second I’m not watching Westworld.

 

PCP: rockstar

Monotony Monday #22 – Malone Moan

‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars  And live in hilltop houses, drivin’ 15 cars

The short of it: Post Malone’s sing-songy success works with Savage’s savage sonnets.

I’m not the biggest fan of Post Malone or 21 Savage, although I’ve definitely come around on Savage after his cold delivery finally clicked with me.

So when this track dropped, I clicked on it out of idle curiosity at best.

And damn.

These two young stars are, well, rockstars. Post Malone’s faded, singiness on the hook is catchy as hell and serves as a perfect lead-in to 21 Savage’s follow up. While he may have gotten famous off of his flat, cold delivery, he does a brilliant job replicating Malone’s melody. It makes his braggadocious verse just the right amount of coy and threatening.

PCP: Before the Storm OST

Monotony Monday #21 – Moody Maybae

Life is Strange, Music is Strong

The short of it: Capable of bringing your heart to its knees with just a chord, this soundtrack is hella good.

I’m not shy about the fact that Life is Strange is my favorite game (or that Dark Souls is my second). Life is Strange brought me on this incredible journey of love and loss with the single question of “If you could go back, would you?”

Before the Storm continues its atmosphere, with teens facing these problems so much larger than themselves, while dealing with all the social and emotional pressures of becoming an adult.

Daughter is wonderful. They were great on the original Life is Strange as part of the soundtrack, and their work with Before the Storm as the soundtrack is amazing.

From Daughter’s ambient title screen track to the kickass (but fictional) Pisshead, this soundtrack is damn near impeccable. It perfectly recreates the atmospheric moodiness of the original while adding in a bit of a punk edge for Chloe.

I can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not that this music instantly puts me into this weird funk, but it’s not gonna stop me from having it on a (time) loop.

PCP: Joyce Manor

Monotony Monday #20 – Maybe Manor

Ode to Joyce

The short of it: Well, they are the short of it.

Joyce Manor is an emo indie rock outfit with four albums under their belt, giving them a total run time of about 80 minutes. Every album ends up just around 20 minutes, meaning they managed to cram a whole lot of music in a surprisingly small amount of time.

The result is a discography full of songs as catchy as they are short. None of them ever overstay their welcome, even if a few end suddenly. “Heart Tattoo” off their third album is pretty decent example of what to expect: a frantic instrumental with a passionate poem, with a crazy catchy chorus to infect the listener in the song’s brief runtime.

Punchy and poignant, they manage to balance a good amount of emotions in their little runtime. From the nostalgic melancholy (“In the Army Now”) to melancholic nostalgia (“Beach Community”).

Simply put, they’re a joy.

Ce manor.

PCP: Last Podcast on the Left

Monotony Monday #19 – Macabre Mysteries

Last on the Left, First in My Heart

The short of it: It’s a podcast that can be as difficult to get into as it is to listen– disturbing subject matter and nerdy shock jocks work well once you get used to it. 

Last Podcast on the Left delivers this breakneck pace of facts, jokes, and anecdotes that satisfies and terrifies.

It’s exactly what I wanted from a taboo podcast. As much as I enjoy My Favorite Murder, it’s a far softer approach that’s more gentle curiousity than fact-driven fascination. MFM gives a normal person’s perspective on a murder or mystery, whereas LPOTL is this total evaluation of what and why happened.

The best comparison I can think of is the difference between The Adventure Zone and the Glass Cannon Podcast– the kind enthusiasm of The Adventure Zone is touching, but the confidence and knowledge in the Glass Cannon make it a more thorough understanding of its topic.

More importantly though, their seemingly callous sense of humor betrays their true humanity. Their jokes and goofs turn the terrors of society into these laughable losers. Serial killers become nerds that got caught because they’re dumb. Kidnappers are idiots that are too lonely to function. The boogie men are just boogers. They don’t deserve deification or anything. They’re not inhuman monsters that are too brilliant to avoid. They’re broken shells that deserve to be laughed at, which is exactly what LPOTL gets us to do.

PCP: My Favorite Murder

Monotony Monday #18 – Moyder Myunday

Murder Most Lol

The short of it: As entertaining as it is macabre, My Favorite Murder is the perfect combination of laughter and looks over the shoulder.

My Favorite Murder is a podcast where two people talk about their favorite murders.

Not ones they’ve committed or anything– the local or legendary murders that horrify and fascinate us as a society. Hosts Karen and Georgia publicly embrace the terrible interest we have in the darkest parts of humanity.

It scratches that itch that you get when it’s late and you’re alone, with your laptop’s glow as the only light in your home as you painstakingly scroll through the excessively detailed Wikipedia page on some serial killer or cannibal or serial killer cannibal. This terrible fascination overcomes you, leaving you tied up in horrible taboo like a victim of a home invasion.

Karen and Georgia are the angels (or demons or hallucinations that encourage murder, whatever works) on your shoulders as they reveal various murders and monstrous acts, punctuating gruesome descriptions with gasps and squeals.

Of course, I’m in that beautiful podcast listening honeymoon phase where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts– except the recently added ad reads to their first couple of episodes. I listen to the podcast at max volume just to be able to fully hear the two women. I’ve yet to be as scared of any of the atrocities they’ve discussed as I am when I’m immersed in a story they’re telling when suddenly, mid-sentence, my eardrums shatter. “The victims reported hearing a gentle patter on their roof, just before th-HEYMURDERINOSDOYOULIKESNACKSNATUREBOX HERE!”

Apparently this gets better as the episodes go on and they get a sound guy, but I haven’t been this frustrated with poor audio mixing since Crit Juice, where I had to panic-lower the volume every couple of minutes. It’s murder on the mood, nerves, and ears. So not my favorite murder.

 

PCP: Igorrr

Monotony Monday #16 (Real) – Mais Melodies

A Frankenstein of Influences

Yis, Master(fully done music)

The short of it: If there’s beauty in chaos, Igorrr is chaos in beauty. 

Of everything I’ve recommended, Igorrr presents the largest challenge. Anime could be a cartoon, manga a comic book, podcasts a radio piece, RPGs an improv show.

But Igorrr is a bit harder to simplify. He’s a composer, a producer, a musician. But at the same time, his mastery of multiple melodies makes his music surprisingly inaccessible for those with non-esoteric tastes.

This is the second difficulty of selling his music– musical elitism, especially regarding genres and subgenres, is disgusting. It can invalidate valid criticisms and ruin recommendations. And I personally despise it; it’s the perpetual thorn in music discussion’s side. So I’m struggling with describing his music without falling back to the undescriptive and unattractive terms of “normal” or “mainstream.” Hell, even non-esoteric is pretty esoteric.

So Igorrr makes music. The genre is technically breakcore, with various YouTube comments referring to it as “baroquecore” or “paniccore” or various other conflated typings that are plaguing musical innovation.

It’s brutal– fast, seemingly chaotic, loud and sorrowful and angry. It’s reminiscent of Aphex Twin and Squarepusher, only with less of a refined edge. And again, it’s just hard to quantify what I mean by that. Igorrr is immensely talented, and so are Aphex Twin and Squarepusher. But while the latter two’s music seems honed to a fine point where they make amazing use of their skills with their equipment and instruments, Igorrr just seems to grasp at everything within reach. Opera, baroque music, dizzying blast beats, guttural screeches and refined metal screams, everything is sucked into this precisely laid-out composition.

I may be misconstruing the type of music his contemporaries make, but, at the very least, I need to talk about the fascinating oddity that is Igorrr.

He takes these clean samples, like this elegant guitar melody, and drags them through the mud and filth to make them beautiful.

I mean, come on, the dude made a song out of his chicken’s pecks.

Real cock of the walk type of music.

PCP: White Noise

Monotony Monday #?? – Mmmmmmeh

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

The short of it: Sometimes sleep is more than the silence that starts it. 

You stare at the back of your eyelids.

The roar of nothing deafens you.

You blink in and out of consciousness, waiting for the one that lasts more the unsatisfying split second that trades time for nothing.

This is supposed to be sleep, the great equalizer, the cousin of death.

And yet it dances around you like some sort of dark goose. Black swan. Whatever.

That’s when the A/C kicks on again, replacing a silent roar with an actual roar, gently rattling over the sound of the world outside. The fog of noise surrounds you. The hum slowly travels in one ear before exiting out the other, collecting the terrifying array of thoughts screaming around in your brain as it leaves. A blanket of ambience settles over you, coaxing the cure for your exhaustion.

And then you wake up.

 

PCP: “Mononokay”

Mononotony Monday #15 – Monono More Like Moyesyes

Sorority Noise is More Than Noise

The short of it: A song made me feel again, okay?

There’s a lot I want to say about Sorority Noise. They’ve quickly raced past the likes of The Front Bottoms and Modern Baseball to become my favorite emo/pop punk-y band, and, by extension, one of my favorite musical acts in general.

At first listen, I thought they were another annoying indie-lite band with nonsensical lyrics, thanks to Pandora’s recommendation of “Dirty Ickes” (“I taught myself Norse to sit on your front porch” – I mean, c’mon).

I eventually got others like “Where Are You?” and “Blonde Hair, Black Lungs,” which quickly won me over with their mix of melody and edge. I was planning to write about “Where Are You?” because of how accessible and catchy it is. Instead, I mentally pushed myself into writing about the song that nearly broke me.

I mean, shit man. That’s the first time in a long time a song’s actually stopped me in my tracks and consider myself.

What does it mean to be happy?
And am I getting better?
I used to make excuses for myself but it’s not the weather
I’ve tried to rid myself of my anxious tendencies
But I have to accept my head for what it is to me
I’m not super human
Well I’m barely alive
But I would kill to leave my house and not be afraid of the outside
So I started thinking
It’d be so nice
To not have trouble sleeping
I haven’t slept in nights

Cameron Boucher’s monotone confession is the same monologue I’ve had when it’s too late and I’ve done too much thinking.

Plus, I’m basically the same person.

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