Krinkle Bearcat – Kill U In Yr Sleep
If you’re hoping of becoming a professional musician, eyeing your potential audience is as important as choosing a musical direction that suits you. In the same way that you know you haven’t made the right friends unless they laugh at your jokes from time to time, so it goes with your public. If you manage to easily shock or gross them out, chances are that you’re doomed to be involved in only a brief affair with their affection.
Take revenge fantasies, for example. Now, those rarely get mentioned in polite conversations. Similarly, the pop charts aren’t exactly littered with songs about wanting to chop somebody’s head off. These kinds of singles don’t sell a lot of Happy Meals, one would assume.
Rock music, especially that of the grunge rock variety, is not just welcoming of such topics, but almost makes it a requirement. Krinkle Bearcat’s Kill U In Yr Sleep is almost comically direct in its description of would-be boyfriend torture. It’s all a gag, of course, and with plenty of energy and a riff that sounds lifted from Paint it black, it is likely to provide an emotional release to angry romantic partners everywhere.
Slave Dog – Ooh La La
Rock music has been busy trying to clean up its image of late. No, it’s nothing to do with evolving the art form, or anything like that. The endorsement deals are getting fewer and record deals won’t pay for cat food anymore. The big money is to be made out in pop, decked out in shiny clothes, and pretending to be someone that’s been always dreaming of a duet with Beyonce.
With that in mind, it’s nice to see rock musicians play out to the worse image of themselves. It’s liberating to see would-be rock stars throw away the PR coaching and deliver the content that they’ve always dreamt of making as far back as when they were scribbling band names next to obscenities in their high-school notebooks.
Nu-metal got blamed for a lot of things and frankly got off easily. A beautiful abomination of a sound, the art was usually practised by dubious-looking guys alternating their lyrical subject matter between anger and sexual excitement.
Slave Dog’s Ooh La La is bound to transport you back to a time when rap-metal was all the rage, the words to the songs were lurid and risque, and the guitar riffs could outpower an elephant. Frankly, we enjoyed it.
