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...whle singing in the mirror, these bizarre pop supergroup hooks will pwn your eardrums for a week.
 
Promo intro clip:
 
In a fair and decent world "Messing With My Head" or "My Kind of Girl" will be the feelgood hit of the summer...
Um, yes, "Tinted Windows" is a supergroup of James Iha from Smashing Pumpkins and A Perfect Circle, Taylor Hanson from Hanson, Adam Schlesinger of Fountains of Wayne and Bun E. Carlos of Cheap Trick.

No, it really is.

The 80s are dead. Long live the 80s.
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I like creepy. The slow-tilt "Someone take these dreams away / that point me to another day" and the Skinny Puppy and most songs that are disturbing, they remind me that the obnoxious negative peace that gets generated by the false placidity of most pop songs is shallow and worthless to me. I don't hate love, I just think that it's easier to perpetuate myths about fluffy bunnies than it is to dig up deep truths about the odder nooks of the human psyche. Even harder is to get all the way out. I hate that pop and almost all radio have lost sight of the "persona" song where someone plays a character. I don't understand why so many pop songs are people pretending to pour out their innermost selves. But I'm occasionally stuck listening to the radio and pop culture keeps on calling me, so I listen. I could deconstruct paint drying, I really could.

Once again, I've stopped paying attention to my own subject line. Dr. MLK Jr., in the Letter from the Birmingham Jail wrote about how letting things slide, letting civil rights get trampled because you want everything to be fluffy bunnies, is "obnoxious negative peace" which does nothing but foster resentment in the long run. However you look at it, I'd rather hear "Red Right Hand" ten times a day for the rest of my life than Whitney Houston always loving you-ooh-ooh because it's a lot harder to sell the great undoing.

Dismantling reality or even going all the way out to cosmicism is a technically trickier move if you're into sweating the technique. It's harder to do. Petting the commonplace and making sure it's still there is a lot easier, from my perspective, than ripping a hole in the sky. It's like how people use the word "universal" to mean something that, from the eyes of the universe, is actually a teensy inconsequential blip of an occurrence on this teensy inconsequential blip of a planet. The universe is big. It doesn't care about the lyrics to "Disturbia."

Sometimes I hear a pop song and I dig it because it's creepy. Now, mind you, I can convince myself that "Pocketful of Sunshine" is a song about the joys of heroin, but "Disturbia" impressed me. I figured it had been written for Manson or something. Like "Coming in the Air Tonight" or "Possession" it was the kind of pop hit that I figured would have a creepy urban legend attached someday, but it's not a legend now...

What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now

No more gas, in the rig, can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it
On my life, on my head, don't wanna think about it
Feels like I'm going insane, yeah

It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind, it can control you
It's too close for comfort


Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise

Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia

Faded pictures on the wall, it's like they talking to me
Disconnecting on calls, the phone don't even ring
I gotta get out or figure this sh** out
It's too close for comfort, oh

It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind it can control you
I feel like a monster, oh


Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise

Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?

Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia, disturbia

Release me from this curse I'm in
Trying to maintain but I'm struggling
If you can't go-o-o
I think I'm gonna ah, ah, ah, ah


Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise

Disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?

Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia

I liked it because it was darker than pop usually gets to be. It lacked the aghast self-distancing that even most dark acts have.

To find out that Chris Brown wrote it about himself and then decided the version with his vocals was too disturbing so he gave it to Rihanna makes it far more disturbed.

I liked it more when I thought it was a "persona."
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One can only presume that I was trying to put myself into a trance where my own story would make sense to me...

For many years I wrote things without bothering to finish them because it was fun for me to write first drafts. I could dash stuff off, hand it to whoever was nearby and they could say it was kind of neat. I did a bunch of open mics and would read whatever was new and fresh in my head. Now, I'm coming down from too much note-taking, too much order enforced on my nutty ideas. The opposite, really.  Back when it was all personal and odd, disjointed because I was I guess, I started a novel. And made a mixtape that was found in someone's car after the carnage. I think the idea was stolen: The Blair Witch Project did the same thing as a loophole that let them put out a soundtrack even though the songs hadn't been in the movie.

I've lost the tape but I just found an index card where I wrote some of the tracks down. Had to be ten years ago. I tried to find them online, some don't seem to be out there. My sense is that my character was into stuff that I wasn't, but I know that I'm fooling myself.

mixtape that Geoffrey thinks was made based on being in a dead person's car, probably only side one of two

rustic overtones - sector z
[couldn't find the original online easily, david bowie guested the vocals]

ministry - tonight we murder
[pulled from youtube over copyright, this is harder than I thought]

body count - cop killer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSvD5SM_uI4
[i bet you didn't know that ice-t played guitar with NIN once even though ice-t can't play]

klf - justified and ancient
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gzkllCIyww

dead kennedys - police truck
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PScmRiaZhwk

shampoo - trouble
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QL15Ya5fsgo&feature=related

devo - are you ready
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_aP265qTCI&feature=related

melvins - sweet willy rollbar
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMXmzUiD0WE

digital underground - no nose job
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCdLm0YHqds

living color - open letter to a landlord
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ut1H4o_ie8c

voice of destruction (the brilliant california satanist industrial band, not one of the others) - basketcase
http://www.last.fm/music/Voice+of+Destruction/Steamroller+Tactics/Basket+Case+%28disturbed+mix%29
[could only find 30 seconds]

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http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=34296239

This is a technodisco anthem by Sin With Sabastion entitled "GoldenBoy."

I think the name is meant to be an imperative instruction. Klaus Nomi meets Right Said Fred is my only frame of reference for this.

Yes, his face is painted yellow while he is surrounded by bananas and then changes color with other fruit. 

Yes, he is dressed as the Joker while sitting on a throne on some sort of dias that looks somewhat like a UFO.

Yes, Jesus's face is cut out of the Last Supper and he sticks his face through.

Yes, a young boy is dipped in gold paint.



There is no chaser for this, ever...
but here is Nomi doing Lightning Strikes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gma5IUNMTn0

Sin With Sabastian is most likely an advance in human evolution.

These  lyrics are wrong but close enough:
Goldenboy

Goldenboy, born to love and live for joy
I'm a Goldenboy
Goldenboy, born to love and live for joy
I'm a Golden, Golden, Goldenboy

Prove one - I hate to work
prove two - I never do
prove three - is I get sick
even if I think of it

Prove four - I love to live
Prove five - I live for love
Prove six which finally is
I happen to be good at it !

Special, I`m special, say hey, hey
Special, I`m special, say second best is for the rest
and I'm the best !

I like to spend my days in bed
what I do remains unsaid
to stay in bed is fun and safe
although it is quite poorly paid

Future plans are not for me
no space for that not in my head
I live my life right here and now
tomorrow I might well be dead !

Special, I`m special, say hey, hey
Special, I`m special, say second best is for the rest
and I'm Sebastian!
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New nin inch nails in April.

Oh my.

So neat.

I see every fan he's ever had loving this new sound and dark global vision.

I didn't know that you could rock world peace and vengeance in the same song. (Though VNV Nation or LeaetherStrip come close from time to time.)

My nihilistic and bitter heart is doing a happy dance! (While still getting evil chills so I can keep my street cred...)

I know Trent Reznor is a fan of Clive Barker and Fight Club. In "My Violent Heart," he's combined them into a tantric anthem for stopping a zombie or mind parasite uprising.

Is there a sax being strangled in there somewhere near the end? Trent has never merged one of those David Gilmour-style guitar solos (a la "Ruiner") with drum machines and electronic chaos this well and that bass sample at the begnning gives the spoken word part a marchy Rage Against The Machine feel.

I'm easily confused. I want songs like these played at my weddings AND my funerals.

My heart freezes on that little spot where he goes, "Time will feed upon your weaknesses..."

"Survivalism" is scary in the opposite direction. It's a persona song like "Big Man and a Gun." Environmental destruction through consumerism SHOULD be scary. The sarcasm on the "All a part of this great nation" line dripped right out of my speakers and I had to mop it up with a paper towel.

Thank you Trent Reznor for reminding the bleak aesthete in my core that plasma televisions are bringing us closer to guns in the street and the world going up in flames. It really makes me look forward to going to Best Buy to get the new album!

And, yes, "Year Zero" is an appropriately apocalyptic album title even if it accidentally has a retcon comic book gimmick sound at first notice.

PS -- If anyone cares, there's a phrasing in "Survivalism" that sounds so Dresden Dolls / Amanda Palmer that she should be proud that Trent lifted her cadence and lyrical style. (Hint: it's not the breathy gasp near the beginning though that almost counts...) (Others have heard a TV on the Radio influence in there too. It all goes to show that Trent's ear is still to the ground.)

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