I lost my soul. I lost a sole. I lost the sol. I’m lost.
It’s a manic episode that attacks Ugly Musick, which is neither ugly nor sick despite the oddness of Zapoppin’. Truth is, the frantic speed and topsy-turvy nature of this latest disasterpiece from the noise-pop outfit is exactly the deconstructed regurgitation of all things mainstream needed to truly appreciate where we’ve been and where we’re going. No pretentiousness, unafraid of making the obvious lyrical flourish, Ugly Musick transforms you into something unrecognizable for only a moment, but it’s the sort of pigbelly mindless tramps oopsy-daisy tallywacker that upsets the rhythm of….look, a bluejay!
Soul is lost. Sole is last. Sol is bueno. Am I lost?
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