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Ropechain Joyful Noise
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Were you thinking about going totally fucking apeshit crazy, but you just didn’t have the right album to listen to while you were doing it? Well, captain, today’s your lucky day because Grampall Jookabox is one hell of a go-crazy record with track titles like “This Girl Ain’t Preggers” and “We Know We Might Be Fucked.” There’s no snappy high-hat here, no, the beats are thick, meaty, intense tom-tom, trash-can-lid pounding death throes-style dancing beats. The lyrics are sometimes hilarious (“You know I love you I love you/ I took mushrooms and then proposed to you because I love you love you”) but other times inciteful (and no, I didn’t mean to type INSIGHTFUL, Microsoft Word, I meant inciteful, even if it’s not a word yet), like when “They tell us what to do/they tell us what to say/they tell us what to wear/they tell us how to behave” in “Let’s Go Mad Together.” Then there’s his song-letter to Michael Jackson. Hmm. Combining all this with strange harmonies and auxiliary percussion and bizarre samplings makes a mystical and beautiful record. It’s a little Tim Fite, a little Saul Williams, a little Animal Collective—dig?
—Juliet Bennet-Rylah
