In the preceding summer, I erroneously misheard this song’s name while it was still in its unrecorded, (about-to-be) live-debuted infancy; the unpleasant temperature, noise pollution and the perturbing similarity of piss and kiss as syllables (matter of tongue placement) all proved decisive factors in an error I was powerless to reverse from being carved into a digitalised mural. Superficially, this particular track (designated as single) deals with the concept of excess urine; an issue prevalent among all mammals slight and great, although since my fellow beings are blessed with physical and cognitive abilities few of the non-fellow beings possess, its only relevant toward our kind (that includes you). The instruments and vocal facets, from all angles and frequencies, indicate a daily reminder of the limitations an individual’s patience with issues they may very well disdain, from what they can observe as a spectator… can be; a bit like that of a certain hollow muscular organ, with the abrupt changes in speed perhaps trying to show the similarities between relieving one’s self and belligerently confronting matters seemingly trivial?
Lyric Extract Hypothesis (LEH): Regarding the mysteries behind newsagents’ communicable ventures; it probably has something to do with reporting their sales quotas, as all they ever seem to dream about are fluctuating targets and/or statistical checklists, as though they presume being able to navigate the labyrinth of commerce will somehow lead them to a kind of eternal fruition, without keeping in mind that drinking on the job will still incur the titled penalty, thereby missing out on vital profits and, worst of all = reputational diminishment.
Epilogue: With the Brow slipping in a faux-zenith around the middle of its runtime, the guile that the listener-inductee will discern ought to reinforce connotations of positivity that hopefully will encourage them into checking other aspects of their growing body of work, helping to bring about (or at least mitigate) the demise of the tyrannical Rock du Vanille blighting our senses.
Furrowed Brow: Pissing Superfluous – Out Now
Recent career decisions have compelled me into the journalistic... thing; I could list my literary influences or even debate which 3rd rate beverage has the best economic value per litre (But I won’t). Oh, in addition, I write reviews for the Independents Network.
