“I’m a fucking walking paradox. No, I’m not.”
I first heard this song while falling asleep in bed and it scared me awake. Not just because the track itself is scary – like something crawling from the cellar – but because it’s scarily good. (And because the keyboard refrain – which starts at 0:50 – reminded me of The Fall’s Peel session version of Jungle Rock.)
The lyrics are sort of familiar Tyler/Odd Future territory, like listening in to one of his therapy sessions – a braggardly, insecure mixture of self-aggrandisement and self-loathing. Along with more impenetrable, demon-cleansing stuff. Plus the obligatory disses: “Stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus.”
Musically, the beat pulses and creeps along, punctured by stabs of keyboard and odd, almost Satanic, vocal interventions from what’s supposed to be his therapist. Not for nothing was the album it came from called Goblin.
And if all that wasn’t disturbing enough, there’s the accompanying video (directed by Tyler) which has to be watched until the very end.