Cassette Review // id m theft able "Folk or Stereo Separation in Thrift Stores"
We begin with the word "drain" being said different ways. It sounds as if something is on in the background and then upbeat singing comes in. We drop off into electronics now, like modems and a child sings. The electronics begin to scramble, such as jumping through stations on the radio. More singing which feels sampled, someone says something (perhaps in French) and then a gagging sound. Ringing like a cowbell now. A rhythm forms. The music is just really jumbled up here, scrambled and then someone is speaking like a sermon.
Children are singing together now as other sounds are sampled behind them. A magical ringing comes through now. We go from what sounds like the news into someone singing about the drain again but in a melting way. It does dawn on me that it might be "brain" and not "drain", but either way, the word is there.
A series of tones like a xylophone come in next as words are being said about it smelling like someone blew out a candle, which is one of my least favorite smells. The words are describing what is in this musty basement and I can just smell it. There is also a stack of pornos and that just makes the smell worse. And now there is a poster of Hulk Hogan as well, which just makes me really not want to visit this room.
Now The Hulkster smokes in the middle of the night and that's funny to me. This is such a weird and ominous song. "Rico Suave" and MTV are referenced now and I feel like "Rico Suave" is a piece of pop culture that we're losing in modern times. This song also mentions Westbrook, which might be somewhere in every state but my sister used to live in Westbrook, CT so it's kind of fitting I know what that place is like.
An audio clip now about saving people and it ending with a whistle. Static comes through. Guns N Roses "Patience" is vaguely coming through now with these laser type synth shots. This just all feels like a train driving off the tracks, speeding around corners and about to go off the rails. As the whistles twist and turn their way to the end, more words can be heard but they are not in English so I do not understand them.
There is a ringing now which can remind me of a cash register. It goes into this haunted static and it feels like maybe the cash in the register is rebelling and killing the humans who just use it for evil. Children are singing again and this time it feels much more creepy than before. A lot of grunts and whispers now, moans and groans.
We're going through cans now and it's a lot of Miller Lite. There is Dr Pepper and Diet Coke and I believe we have reached the "Redemption Song" as this is the act of someone documenting all of the cans going into the machine which recycles them and give you your deposit back. Fun Fact: I once interviewed to work at a place which makes those deposit machines. We have a Canada Dry now. We shift into Bud Light and Coke now.
To sort of show the age of this there is some Vault in here. It all comes to an end when someone else walks into the room and our narrator explains that he is just using these two machines and the other person can use those other ones. I think this whole song can be summed up thinking about all of the times you go to the bottle deposit room and it's full of people with shopping carts full of bottles and cans you just know they're going to be there all day so you back out slowly.
[Please Note: Several of these photos were uploaded just fine and then later removed by the prude photo hosting site I use.]
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