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Mar 29 08: I am a fully eroticized being.
Things that you may find the new B-52s1 album reminiscent of, at random points:
- Dieter from Sprockets
- Various fabulous moments from Wild Planet
- Dr. Seuss on some unidentified (but probably illegal) psychoactive chemical
- Some sort of perverse let’s-torture-Babelfish experiment
- Various fabulous moments from Cosmic Thing
- Every truly excellent dance party you ever went to in college
Seriously, dude. It’s not perfect, but it’s everything you want from a B-52s album: love! Science! Consumerism! Aliens! Dancing! Universal harmony! It’s demented geekery in the best possible way, and it puts a big dorky smile on your face and leaves you struggling with the urge to dance your ass off right there on the subway. Kate and Cindy, their voices still as perfectly matched as two fake pearls on an East Village czarina’s bosom, as smooth and shiny as ice. Fred, freaky as ever, busting out the left-footed recitations. Twangly-jangly guitaromania. Buzzy-zippy electronicity. Put on your best wig, whomever you may be, and get thee out onto the dance floor.
Lord have mercy. Has it really been 16 years since their last album? And 19 years since Cosmic Thing? I refuse to think about the ramifications. Keep doin’ what we’re doin’, ‘cause it’s what we like.
1 Yes, it’s true. They dropped the apostrophe. If I wasn’t already ready to sing hosannas from the rooftops, this woulda done the trick.
Mar 18 08: oh boy, oh boy. oh, boy.
I had yesterday off and as a result didn’t realize it was St. Patrick’s Day until about 2:30 in the afternoon, because I spent the morning stretched out and watching Doctor Who episodes.1 I missed the parade. I missed the first wave (~9AM-1PM) of drunken yahoos.
Which is not to say that I missed all the drunken yahoos, on subways and sidewalks all over town. Aargh. I mean, I’m fractionally of Irish descent myself, but still: go away, you idiots. I still think we should do a pre-Christian Irish holiday parade, and paint our naked bodies blue and run screaming down Fifth Avenue with weapons flailing. In the mean time, though, here’s something that did, eventually, put me in the holiday spirit and did not result in waking up in a gutter somewhere. Enjoy.
1 I’ve now gone all the way through the Daleks in Depression-era NYC two-parter. Not one of their better efforts, and I’m not sure how much I believe the Martha-Doctor dynamic, but whatever. The theme music alone is enough to put an utterly dorky smile on my face.