Here I present "Energy Crisis In Your Back Yard", it's an 84bpm masterstroke:
]]>This is a song formerly known as "Snakes" which was by Steven Paul Allen's Mad Stamper emporium. If you listen to it then you'll probably feel better. I had a tummy ache earlier and now it's gone.
]]>What I'm saying is just words, judge for yourself please:
]]>Upon visitation of the slice of cyber space wherein the song sits (here) I happened upon a description of the track. I read through it, but it made no sense to me whatsoever. Something about Terrence and Billy Batts. I chose to ignore this as if it were one of those people what hangs about in public with a clipboard and a vest with some charity logo adorned upon it. I pretend to be on the phone when these people are out and about. Once this woman had the gall to stop me while I was pretending to talk on the phone and started with her spiel about what charity she was working on behalf of. I cut her off mid sentence with a curt "Can't you see that I'm pretending to have a phone conversation?" and then walked off.
The song itself starts off with a churning grumble that attempts to pass itself off as a bassline. At first it sounds rather messy and incoherent, like Michael Barrymore; but just as you're getting into the groove a cockerney voice pipes up with some words about something or other. "How you doing then? Alright are ya?". Well I honestly thought that someone from Eastenders was attempting to start a conversation with me. "Yeah, I'm ok" I reply, "I'm just listening to thi...", then I realised it was the dulcet tones of Dr. Terrence Stamp. Feeling rather foolish, I pressed on with the rest of the song, confident that my embarrassment would dissipate like a turd in a toilet cistern.
After a brief vocal interlude, a splash of silence sets you up for the pounding drums, replete with a brand new bassline over the original grizzler. Stamp goes on about some more violent behaviour, some rubbish about snapping a neck. The monologue really does draw you in to his world, and the pacing is perfect, timed beautifully to the musical bursts.
And just as soon as it began, it's over. Terrence Stamp is like a floatilla in a wide ocean.
]]>It is called maga nut because I couldn't think of what to call it and one of the channels was called mega nut, so I decided to go for that. Other contenders for the golden boot were:
Fruits of Loom
Drumty
Piluk One
Piluk Extention
Whoopy
Tee Do
Rev Tinks
This tune was made in collaboration with Mad Stamper. Brought to you by a joint venture. Please expect to find it delicious.
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