Aggroculture
Track #4
Challenge me. Give me a song that’s “in my face”. Shock me. So much great music evokes this if it’s done right. If it’s done wrong, then it’s just shock value. Try too hard and you become a caricature of yourself. Try too little and you’re a coward. Do it just right, you fucking rock.
At a friend’s house years ago, someone put on a Black Flag record. Not their biggest fan but what a sound, felt like we would get in trouble just for listening. Someone even managed to jump on a kitchen chair and bust it (sorry Ms. P). Chaotic. Big.
Bessie Smith was in your face. And probably down your pants.
Jerry Lee Lewis
Bob Dylan. Quietly
Freddie Mercury
There’s a place for shockwaves in art. It never ceases to surprise me when it goes mainstream. Remember when Public Enemy was on the radio/MTV? That was exciting. Chuck D in my face? I’ll listen. Smart. Passion
James Brown standing on stage with shoe in-hand
REM’s Radio Free Europe
Iggy Pop perpetually shirtless and filterless
David Bowie
Jack White pushing instrumental envelopes. I love what he delivers
Beartooth trying to be in my face, but, honestly, I just can’t understand what they are saying.
Lou Reed. Oh, shit, Lou Reed
Hop in the car with my kids. Comment on a top 40 song playing. “I like how those girls are chanting ‘I won’t take pills’”. I’m quickly corrected. “Mom, really?? They’re saying ‘I love cheap thrills!’”. Oh.
Vowel Pellet
Track #4
Challenge me. Give me a song that’s “in my face”. Shock me. So much great music evokes this if it’s done right. If it’s done wrong, then it’s just shock value. Try too hard and you become a caricature of yourself. Try too little and you’re a coward. Do it just right, you fucking rock.
At a friend’s house years ago, someone put on a Black Flag record. Not their biggest fan but what a sound, felt like we would get in trouble just for listening. Someone even managed to jump on a kitchen chair and bust it (sorry Ms. P). Chaotic. Big.
Bessie Smith was in your face. And probably down your pants.
Jerry Lee Lewis
Bob Dylan. Quietly
Freddie Mercury
There’s a place for shockwaves in art. It never ceases to surprise me when it goes mainstream. Remember when Public Enemy was on the radio/MTV? That was exciting. Chuck D in my face? I’ll listen. Smart. Passion
James Brown standing on stage with shoe in-hand
REM’s Radio Free Europe
Iggy Pop perpetually shirtless and filterless
David Bowie
Jack White pushing instrumental envelopes. I love what he delivers
Beartooth trying to be in my face, but, honestly, I just can’t understand what they are saying.
Lou Reed. Oh, shit, Lou Reed
Hop in the car with my kids. Comment on a top 40 song playing. “I like how those girls are chanting ‘I won’t take pills’”. I’m quickly corrected. “Mom, really?? They’re saying ‘I love cheap thrills!’”. Oh.
Vowel Pellet
