Peace and solitude seems so hard to achieve. Thinking of when and where, how and why, what and who… Should this be calming? Yet, everyone maintains it some how (or we just implode, sitting there like that girl in the reefer commercial). It’s that moment when your body falls right into relaxation, like good sex, only more personal, and individual. And by individual, I mean tampon in pineapple. —Err, that’s not exactly what the thought— Like, floating bacon, pizza slice, Greek head. No, I think it’s more “Jesuscat” that anything I see these days. In the little hair left spouting upon me noggin. Bebe Gato Tropicano with them warped tones in the background making me feel more calm than a murderer festering in a chair molded now to the shape of his body with the agreement in his head that whoever knocks on his door that night is dead. As I said, people find their calm in the most individual and unusual ways.
In no way is Bebe Gato Tropicano an actual maniac. Well, as much as I can attest, I’m just using tropes to signify some fucked up scene to “Jesuscat” as the sound track. But people are doing some fucking amazing things in Spain right now, as I received this video from my boii Afrika Pseudobruitismus, so y’all know Bebe’s back catalog is dense in the way thought is portrayed to music. And it reminds me of one of my favorite cassette tapes and fourth or fifth TMT posts, but “Jesuscat” is in a much minimal and calmer appeal. Scope the video above and fall into Wednesday face-first.
• Bebe Gato Tropicano: https://soundcloud.com/bebegatotropicano