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El-P - 'Tasmanian Pain Coaster'
Damn you, El-P, for a) making me want to quote lyrics at length like that, and b) making me love a track that features the Mars Volta. (Yeah, I know, everybody needs to get over their desire to remain pure.)
Anyway, 'TPC' is one of those thrilling, epic opening tracks, the kind you never get tired of hearing. It pulls off that admirable trick of perfectly capturing claustrophobic anxiety BUT also being, y'know, actually enjoyable to listen to even when you're in a good mood. El-P's very good at that at his best, I guess maybe because he's listened to the right records. Also like a lot of his best stuff, this track is totally of the city - specifically Brooklyn, New York, of course, but it could almost be anywhere that has that denseness, that darkness, that mass...
It's hard to know for sure, I have no statistical data, but the way the crowd at the show I saw in Camden in April seemed to know every word suggested to me that this song has already become something of a touchstone. It does seem to capture a mindstate: the personal and political united in an uneasy underlying sick feeling... It reminds me, I have to say, pompous as these analogies are, of Ginsberg's 'Howl', being as it is in part a eulogy for shell-shocked fucked-up minds of El-P's generation, destroyed by madness ("ooh yeah, anxiety is freedom"). |
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