
Anyway, the Ooze are wart-like, I guess, but they're also chill bros. Let's face it, though, "wart-like" ain't an insult, it's just a description, and it fits, but the Ooze is an externalizing wart that touches those that pass with pus and comedic pessimism. Take "Going Through the Motions Til I Die" for example: "Die, you can do it/Well, won't you give it a try/There's nothing to it, well/If you don't, you'll still die." It's like. Yeah, good point, true, lemme just finish this noose knot before I get back to you *lurch, creak, snap*.
That's the way it goes when you're the Wizard of Ooze. You embrace the ugly and the horrific. It's like laughing to keep from crying. "I can't wake up without my hippie speedball." It's over-the-top and absurd, but that's the fucking truth for some people. When I was reeling in addiction, I could go for almost a full week without eating, just sustaining on alcohol and stimulants. I ain't proud of it, but it's a familiar reality.
Sometimes absurdist humor is the best way to get through the bad times. Dope riffs ain't bad either, though.
Ooze on, you crazy diamond.
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