Monáe’s gripping presence and Barnes’ pre-destined intentions to write this song specifically for her inclusion.
Guest vocalist Janelle Monáe continues her sweeping collaborative success this year with “Enemy Gene”, a track that begins with Gorillaz-like grimey electronica and then succumbs to pure pop elegance, courtesy of Ms. The keyboards during this section are exceptionally harmonious and this really shows what Barnes is capable of doing when he writes down a thematically coherent song with no disdain for traditional structures. “I thought she was my Annie Hall, or at least Ali MacGraw,” Barnes starts during the song’s most infectious moments, not sounding the least bit rushed. The lyrics are intentionally simplistic – “you’re a bad thing! a useless thing!” – but that is exactly the point. Here, the explosive electro-funk chorus bursts with an energy familiar to fans of tracks like “Bunny Ain’t No Kind of Rider”, where subtle laid-back melodies eventually conjoin for a memorable chorus.ĭrawing some inspiration from Robert Smith for sure, “Famine Affair” is a concisely catchy indie-pop effort that relies on boosted bass, a crystallized synth pad, and a playful little electric guitar. “Our Riotous Defects” encompasses what most fans love about Of Montreal. The delivery and confidence is immediately comparable to Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?, except for the fact that False Priest offers production with greater clarity (courtesy of Jon Brion) than even Hissing Fauna. The humor and wit is prevalent as usual, but now offered in a more congenial format where traditional structures are embraced and big-time choruses are able to repeat more than once. It offers the most straightforward set of pop songs Of Montreal have produced in their career, which would be an issue if not for the fact that the melodies and lyrical content are both remarkably consistent and tolerably ambitious. Still, if one is able to push Barnes’ past stylistic experimentation out the window, then the embrace for False Priest should be easy to understand. To some dismay, there are no efforts here that specialize in noise-rock or even psychedelia. have broken new ground in perfectly juggling their ambition with some much-needed cohesiveness. With their new album, False Priest, Barnes and co. Preferring flamboyant glam fetishism to the melodically innovative songwriting that made Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? their best album, the emphasis on style over substance was too irritating to avoid. Of Montreal’s previous album, Skeletal Lamping, was a disappointment. (You're in my system) Lucious Leftfoot's got his best foot forward darling Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold, froze.#50 to #41 - #40 to #31 - #30 to #21 - #20 to #11 - #10 to #01 Outro: Tell me you're listening cause you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes. And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg. And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. Triple OG status A town's very own.īridge: Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack. You gotta be the finisher to make it sure the doctors, they can't replenish him. Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim. Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu-Tang. Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning. Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining. Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing. Could it be the way the verse is sounding? Came up on the Gheto Boys and the Underground Kingz. Verse 2: Boy, it's after 12, club's like A Hive Bee, A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin around me. I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup. Hook: Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs. I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat.
in a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink. They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas. Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe Boy check the resume, it's risky business in the A And I've been a witness to this history Ever since the the 10th grade We went from rockin brades to temp fades I twist my A hat to the side just for style or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pile I'm sergeant slaughter I keep my shit cooked to order in order To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water And across the boarder the essays are getting smarter.
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