SOUNDTRACK: THE DEAD MILKMEN-Beelzebubba (1988).
Why the hell do you think they call it a burrow owl anyway?
Beelzebubba is pretty close to the pinnacle of The Dead Milkmen’s career. Of the 17 songs, there’s only one or two that fall flat. But there are so many that rise to greatness. The wholly un-PC James Brown-mocking song “RC’s Mom” which is pretty much all about beating your wife is in hugely questionable taste, but the funk is quite funky.
The brilliant “Stuart” is the culmination of all of the white trash mocking/spoken word nonsense songs. And then there’s the outstanding single “Punk Rock Girl.” It is simultaneously catchy as all hell and yet whiny and kind of off-key. It’s really magnificent and was suitably lauded.
The strange thing to me is that the actual released “single” was for “Smokin’ Banana Peels” (an EP with that title was released with an absurd number of dance remixes).
“Sri Lanka Sex Hotel” is an angry rant that references The Killer Inside Me and talks about having sex with everything. It’s pretty bizarre, but is musically fantastic.
True, the back half of the disc suffers somewhat (“Howard Beware” and “Ringo Buys a Rifle” are just okay), but the disc ends with the sublimely vulgar “Life is Shit” a gospel-tinged song that matches Monty Python’s “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” for faux uplift.
Future DM discs would feature some good songs, but the band pretty much peaked with this one. I’m so bored I’m drinking bleach.
[READ: Week of April 5, 2010] 2666 [pg 637-701]
What a difference a week makes. The style and writing of Part 5 is markedly different from Part 4. It is far more laid back and focuses primarily on one individual, Hans Reiter (who we know from Part One is Archimboldi).
The Part opens with information about his parents: his father had one leg (he lost the other in WW1) and his mother was blind in one eye.
Hans’ father, after losing his leg, was in the hospital, expounding on the greatness of smoking. (He even gives a smoke to a man wrapped head to toe in bandages–and smoke pours out from all the cracks). When he left the hospital, he walked home–for three weeks. And when he arrived back home he sought the one-eyed girl in the village and asked for her hand in marriage.
Hans Reiter was born in 1920. He proved to be unreasonably tall: (At 3 he was taller than all the 5 year olds etc). And he was most interested in the seabed. There is much information from his childhood of his love of the sea (when his mother bathed him, he would slip under the water until rescued). At six he stole a book, Animals and Plants of the European Coastal Region, which he more or less memorized and was the only book he read. And then he began diving, investigating the shoreline.
His father evidently hates everyone and thinks all nations are full of swine (except the Prussians).
Hans also enjoyed walking and he would often walk to the surrounding towns: The Village of Red Men (where they sold peat), The Village of Blue Women , The Town of the Fat (animals and butcher shops); or in the other direction, he went to Egg Village or Pig Village. Or even further along was the Town of Chattering Girls (who went to parties and dances).
He almost drowned twice. The first time he was initially mistaken for seaweed as he was floating in the water. (After he had discovered laminaria digitata). He also began to draw seaweed in his book. (The seaweed connection is pretty thorough as he was described as looking like seaweed when he was born). The tourist who saved him was named Vogel. He believed in the general goodness of humanity, but he felt that he was a bad person for initially mistaking Hans for seaweed. Vogel also talked endlessly about the virtues of masturbation (citing Kant as an example). (more…)
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