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Franz Ferdinand mini review
40'
Really love the guitar on this one, it's got a really funky dark sort of groove to it. Just looking at the lyrics I'd have to guess it's about someone burying something, though who or what is unclear. It definitely wouldn't feel out of place over footage of a killer hiding a body.
Or it could be someone glancing over a ledge, thinking about all of the ramifications of following through, thinking about those 40 feet left.
Or it could be referring to depth of a lake or other body of water.
Not entirely sure, haha
The Lobster Quadrille
When I first put this one I hadn't made the Alice and Wonderland connection, so realizing that I knew the lyrics as a poem was a really fun experience. The instrumental on this one is sinister and builds to this grand crescendo and then immediately pulls you back in for one more round of the haunting chorus. Perhaps the crescendo is the oysters finally being consumed, with the last chorus repetition being them sealed away in the belly of the beast. Also I really love the deep vocals, they hold this sort of sick honey to them. They really capture the charismatic nastiness of the Walrus.
Swallow, Smile
It's almost nostalgic before the vocals kick in, with this consistent little guitar motif that evolves somewhat, but remains the backbone of the song. The vocals are smooth, yet they feel raw and almost anxious? The entire song has this sort of nervous energy, like you're waiting for a release of the tension and it never happens. I feel like this intertwines with the lyrics very nicely. They seem to be someone reminiscing none too fondly on a past relationship.
The singer states that "come on, let's fight, let's feel alive / it's the only feeling i've kept towards you that resembles any passion ". However, this is contrasted by the final verse, which is as follows: "well, that was easy waiting / everything's easy now / oh, and the days are 'oh so normal' / but oh baby / how i miss you." This, to me, suggests a sort of yearning for that toxic push and pull.
Another indication of this being a toxic relationship is the lyric " hiding from the twitch and crash / of the mood i hear you hatch " which I don't think I need to really explain.
Quite honestly, this song works for me as both a song about a romantic relationship and as a song about a familial relationship between mother and child, though the second interpretation is mostly based on vibes and self-projection haha
It's a really unique song, I don't think I've heard anything else quite like this. I really like it!
I did this as sort of an impromptu thing for fun, but if anyone else wants to send me music to do a lil write-up on I'd be glad to!
@digital-non-existence here's the review i said id do, hope you like it (:
Young man boarding train for New York state, where he will help in the harvest. Richwood, West Virginia, 1942. Photo by John Collier Jr.
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Lucien Coutaud (1904 - 1977)
Lever De Rideau "Bonjour a tous”,1948

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Ginger Rogers and choreographer Hermes Pan rehearsing a dance routine on the set of Swing Time, 1936.