You're a Prisoner Trapped Between Its Claws
Published Tuesday, April 25, 2006 by Laura | E-mail this post
The Dead Milkmen-Big DealThis song echoes my sentiments currently with scary precision. The blah blah blah g-u-i-t-a-r-s and knowing, careless lyrics and all. Life sucks. Then you die. Big deal, indeed. There are several g-u-i-t-a-r solos, but not the heavy metal type but the melodic and fitting sort that serves both as background and attention snapping detail. It's soothing to listen to, despite its speedy rhythm, somehow, everything feels detached and slowed down. And then it gets reassuring--and I'm smiling and somehow it's all going to be alright.
I could have skipped the post today...but the more I have to do, the less I want to do it. Save this song. At some point in your life, it'll cheer you up more than Elliot Smith or sickening sweet twee pop or the Flaming Lips ever could. Yeah, even this sort of dusty pop-punk can have that effect. And it's...kind of a big deal.