His voice sounds phenomenal. Unquestionably so. The lyrics in this song wouldn't be so starkly obnoxious (to me) had I not just read Bob Lefsetz's latest missive in which he ties the lyrics of a Jackson Browne album to a recently published novel (I forget the title, something about Nathaniel P.). I've never been all that great about paying attention to lyrics but only within the past year have I challenged myself to listen better, to listen totally, and so it's a little hard to ignore because for me listening to lyrics is a bit like learning a new language and he's speaking gibberish. The rhythm section makes me deeply uncomfortable because of their body language / playing styles / whatever you want to call that. Bass face is hilarious. I've played bass for over a decade, in a variety of moods and settings and styles, and even at my fonkiest never felt compelled to do whatever it is that guy's doing (sitting down, no less). Personal preference, etc. I get it. I'm not an accomplished drummer by any means but it would seem that the drummer might get more out of his kit by not hunching over it as if he's about to pass a particularly painful bowel movement. There's just a certain something in the whole mise en scene of these guys getting all "groovy" that gives me the shivers*. * in the same sense I'm sure my dropping the words mise en scene probably makes a certain subset of hubski readers want to put their fists through their monitors.
The idea behind their performance is intended to be comedic. The groovy, soulful, and “jammin” funk of the 70’s and 80’s played with all the lethargic energy of a phlegmatic Koala bear eating his eucalyptus. It’s oxymoronic - yet wonderfully entertaining.
Nah, it was more the use of the word missive :)* in the same sense I'm sure my dropping the words mise en scene probably makes a certain subset of hubski readers want to put their fists through their monitors.