Or: Women Who Yell Part 6
...this song has been plaguing me since i heard it... seems like it's somehow been stuffed into the cracks, waiting to be unleashed; a terrible cthonic presence whose terror is unleavened only because Middle Loki seems to think she's yelling "How-ard, How-ard" over and over again in the middle section...
(actually, that would have been more sinister, in the same way thar Frank Booth would have been scarier in Blue Velvet if he's actually used Helium rather than Nitrous Oxide as was originally intended...)
...no idea why it keeps appearing, from Renault adverts to the most recent, startling appearance in a Southend On Sea charity shop, accompanied by a orange-faced, almost Hamiltonesque, woman in her mid 30s (but looking mid 1300s) dancing an odd Tarantella while clasping an Officer and A Gentlemen style outfit and belting out "Po-wer, Pow-er" along with Nina in a perverse voodoo nasty that made me glad I'd decided not to leave the kids at their Grandmas...
There's stuff in here to make your ears curl: many-fingered demon keyboards, deity invoking yelps and groans, handclaps that sound like Mufti ribcage taps all done with a relentless energy that propels it on and makes it seem far shorter than it's 10 minute duration...
(compare and contrast Artificial Intelligence era 'ambient' techno which almost always outlived its welcome after 4 minutes, even stuffed full of Animal Tranquilisers and sloe-beer)
Evil Beauty.
Music For Horses.
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Is Catherine Ribeiro in your women who yell series?
Not so far but it's a project projected to last somewhere between 1 and 3000 years so i reckon she might get a snifter...
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