wednesday, march 05th, 2008
Pulp :: Mis-Shapes
1996
A message to those unfortunate not to have already caught Pulp-fever: roll up your sleeve, throw away your rabies vaccinations, and please allow me to bite you.
Marching though a triumphant musical arrangement and lyrics that amazingly rise to the occasion, Mis-Shapes virtually commands the listener to get a fist out and start pumping.
It’s okay to have a brain!
It’s okay to be a misfit!
Like Bowie said, “Oh no love, you’re not alone!”
Goosebumps form. My mouth foams. Occasionally, a weird moisture accumulates in my eyes. But it is the perfectly simple guitar solo at 2:30 that really kills me.
Brothers, sisters can’t you see?
Mis-Shapes
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posted by barbara
Katy said on friday, march 07th, 2008
anika said on saturday, march 08th, 2008
truly triumphant.
next time we meet, i’ll shake your hand in thanks and honor.
I had to get a rabies vaccination cuz yer mom’s a biter.