Remember mashups? They're not just for the Oughts; people still do them. And occasionally these often-anonymous people do them really well, so that two seemingly opposed tunes sewn together delightfully fuck with your head, and make you whistle while you work.
There is a bit of that weird, time-stretched stutter to parts of the thing, which is common to mashups, of course. That precise effect eerily reminds us of when we used to abuse inhalants in the eighth grade. Either you know exactly what we are talking about, or you feign disgust at that last remark. But please don't act too surprised; what other job could former abusers of inhalants ever find themselves at, but an alt-weekly in the Midwest?
Don't forget to play this super loud; that's all Ron Asheton would ask of you.
Metro Times music editor Mike McGonigal has written about music since 1984, when he started the fanzine Chemical Imbalance at age sixteen with money saved from mowing lawns in Florida. He's since written for Spin, Pitchfork, the Village VOICE and Artforum. He's been a museum guard, a financial reporter, a bicycle...