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This just reminds of the song “Heaven’s on Fire” by The Radio Dept., which begins with the following sample:
“Some people see rock and roll as youth culture, and when youth culture becomes monopolized by big business, what are the youth to do? I think we should destroy the bogus capitalist process that is destroying youth culture by mass marketing, and commercial paranoia behavior control. And the first step is to destroy the record companies.” –Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth)
They seem insufferably pretentious with the androgynous lookalike-couple shtick – like a less committed version of Genesis P-Orridge / Lady Jaye. This cover is innocuous, but it’s somehow less obnoxious than the original, which I cannot even appreciate ironically (the horrified response of the bank customers/hostages in the video is appropriate).
Do we really need a 600 x 900 picture of this dork’s sourpuss? No. Nobody does. I hope that’s an oncoming bus or train reflected in his cold dead eyes.
“Fuck My Brains Out” in particular is a winningly funny, catchy, and impeccably overproduced bit of kitsch, but are we really supposed to buy the relentless ladies’ man schtick? I can’t tell if it’s meant to be ironic or if he’s being laughably sincere. I mean, dude’s a chubby, effeminate studio nerd. C’mon. Plausibility killa is more like it.
Smile, douchebag.
If so, then you’re laughably overpreoccupied with insignificant formalist concerns.
No way. “Far Away,” “Strangers in the Wind,” and “Nobody Lost, Nobody Found” are as good as anything else on In Ghost Colours.
Have you considered that you may be getting down-voted because you’re a tedious douche bag? Your brand of inarticulate, self-indulgent contrarianism is worthless and ought to be discouraged. Also, alliteration doesn’t automatically make you sound witty. “Torch-born heralds of their despicable disposition” is artless gibberish.
Lana Del Rey is a tedious contrivance and she’s already way overexposed. I hate the simpering singing style and the smarmy image. Apparently a lot of dorks have boners for her narcotized, cosmetic-surgery-mutated face, so they’ll fool themselves into liking the insipid music. Taking the song off of SoundCloud was clearly a desperate ploy to get people to look at her; unfortunately for her, that face and her relentless posing are about as likely to repel as they are to entice.