Good. Great or Garbage: "Giant Palm" by Naima Bock & "Pripyat" by Marina Herlop (2022) [Poll Closed]
(The poll is officially closed, and by a margin of 66% to 33%, 2022's Giant Palm by Naima Bock has been inducted into the TRAPPO Essentials Can(n)on! Thanks to everyone who voted! -D)
Welcome back, dear listener! We've finally reached the end of Good, Great or Garbage month, and we're going out with an exciting double feature! This time around, we're visiting a pair of fantastic releases from 2022, Naima Bock's Giant Palm and Marina Herlop's Pripyat, for your listening pleasure. So let's not beat around the bush and just introduce the episode, shall we? You can find it embedded below, or listen on Apple, Google, Pocket Casts, RadioPublic, Spotify, Anchor or Amazon, so choose your own adventure and expose yourselves to some wonderful new (or new to you) music...
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This is a strange pair of albums to group together for a show. They're both good, though. Maybe that's the common thread. Talented young ladies making good music. Pripyat might ultimately be a little too out there for me, but I still can appreciate what it's doing. So good work, ladies.
ReplyDeleteI've been listening to a new release called Follow the Cyborg from Miss Grit. It's got great beats and a futuristic trans-humanist vibe that's really cool. She's a talented young lady making music that's better than most of the crap I hear on the radio here in Oklahoma, but maybe I'm listening to the wrong radio stations. I don't have a lot of options where I live. It's mostly talk radio & country music, but there are some decent rock stations. Big storms came through the other night and knocked my electricity out for nearly 24 hours and I had throw out everything in my refrigerator, so I'm not happy. I couldn't cook any of the food because my apartment has an electric range, so I was screwed.
ReplyDeleteI went to see a movie because my power was out and I didn't want to spend all night sitting in the dark. I saw Ant Man 3, because it started five minutes after I arrived, and I missed the last screening of Cocaine Bear. That Ant Man shit sucked. I don't know if I've ever felt so disconnected from a movie in my life. And I liked the first two Ant Men. This Quantum Mania crap was a huge mistake. Bill Murray was in one scene, did nothing, then got eaten by an octopus monster. MODOK was there, did almost nothing then decided to be a good guy for no reason at the end then he died, so that was pointless. This new bad guy Kang, was supposed to be a scary badass, but he lost to Ant Man in a fist fight. This is the guy that's supposed to be the new Thanos? I guess Michelle Pfiefer fucked him when she was trapped in the quantum realm for years? She also fucked Bill Murray, I guess. I don't know why the movie needed to tell me any of this. There were no consequences for the good guys at all. They just won. Nobody died. Except MODOK, but they could always bring him back again.
MODOK in this movie was actually the bad guy from the first Ant Man movie, the evil corporate guy who shrunk away to nothing at the end. I guess he shrank down into the quantum realm and his head stayed big for no reason even though his arms and legs and body got small, so Kang built him a big robot body so he could fly around being an asshole to a bunch of dumb-looking oppressed aliens in the tiny universe. I don't like that. I don't like any of that. I was hoping Ant Man would die. Or somebody. Maybe Michael Douglas. He looked so tired and confused in this movie, like an old man trying to figure out how to use Tik Tok or something. Grandpa didn't know what the hell was going on and just had no idea what he was supposed to be looking at or interacting with. Kinda sad, honestly. But not as sad as me for paying to see Ant Man 3 because I wanted to escape the eerie gloom of my dark apartment for a few hours. I could have just sat at a diner and drank a bunch of coffee and had some pancakes. It would have cost about the same, and at least I would have felt like I'd accomplished something.
But Follow The Cyborg is awesome. I think you guys should know about that. You should also know that I ate a toasted everything bagel for lunch today at work. It was great. I stole it from a co-worker's cubby hole in the commissary because I knew they were out sick and I slathered it with cream cheese. He'll come to work tomorrow dreaming about that bagel all morning, then he'll find it missing at lunch and wonder what happened to it. He's one of the biggest assholes I know, so the other employees will keep my secret. The prick knows everybody hates him, so he'll suspect the whole office, anyway. Fuck him. Let him whine about his missing bagel to HR. They won't care. They hate him more than I do. He's already had a warning for making lewd remarks in front of one of the secretaries. He knows he has to behave, because the bosses are looking for an excuse to fire his creepy ass.
At least my power's back on, and I have an empty fridge at home and I don't get paid until Friday. It's gonna be a hungry week. But I savored that bagel, and I'll savor the look on that prick's face when he realizes it's missing even more. Who needs food when you've got spite?
I work in a local donut shop and I really enjoy it. I come in around 2:45 AM to get started, and the place opens at 6. We serve all kinds of weird donuts, and we get to experiment with flavors and decorations, so it’s a surprisingly fulfilling experience on an artistic level. There’s something very satisfying about watching people come in and enjoy the things I create, first with their eyes, then with their tastebuds.
ReplyDeleteOne of the things I enjoy most is working on the morning donuts before we open our doors. I can play whatever music I feel like, and I don’t have to worry about the noise level. I jam out to all sorts of stuff on an average morning, and I’ve started incorporating some of the music I’m discovering on TRAPPO into my playlists. All the good great or garbage music from this past month is rolling in and out of rotation, but Pripyat might be the MVP for me. It’s easy to slip into a groove and just zone out while working. My co-worker is loving Giant Palm, also.
Thanks for introducing me to some killer new music, TRAPPO.
Giant Face-Palm. This music is lame.
ReplyDeleteDon’t people know how to headbang anymore? Where’s the fucking rock?! Where’s the METAL?! This shit’s too soft! Talk about some music that’ll make you rage! Pussies!
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