Slim Twig - Contempt! (Paper Bag)

S vremena na vreme, pojave se ploče na koje se tek tako navučete. Što ih više slušate (a to je već dovoljan podvig da vam nešto zaokupira pažnju u ovo šumeće doba), istovremeno ste sve svesniji njihovih nedostataka, a opet ih sve više volite. Contempt! je baš takvo ostvarenje.

it was an inner vision
i saw a row of vixens
i was missionless
haunting mansion's corridors
for little reason
i saw them freezing
i saw them freezing

my women vision
they took up space
they looked as sculpted prisms
was then i kissed them
i felt my heart was missing
beatless, i climbed the stairs
i found a child there
she bathed my bleeding beating
my chest, a fountain streaming
i fought with perspiration
i felt the ground below me breaking
i feel some hundred feet the sculptures i saw fell with me
i then fell back to sleep
i then fell back to sleep
the ice it came to melting
the women buried me

'neath the black dirt
her hiked up skirt
my heart beat-beating 'neath the shirt
my heart beating to stay sane
her skin it changed and it changed
her skin it changed and it changed
her skin it changed and changed

Slim Twig je tek prevalio dvadesetu i ovo je njegov dugosvirajući prvenac koji stoji rame uz rame sa hrpom EP izdanja koje je izdavao od 2006. Inače, ovaj žitelj Toronta muziku stvara od rane adolescencije odrastajući sa roditeljima filmotvorcima. Uporedo sa svirkom što pod svojim umetničkim imenom što u bendovima Tropic i Archaic Women, Slim (Max Turnbull) glumi i u filmovima, a planira i da u budućnosti snima saundtrekove.

oh my poor patty ann
what you don't understand
no it don't quite hurt
when you sport my favourite fetching mini-skirt

oh my poor patty ann
what you don't understand
no there ain't much at stake
when you let spill the perfume for a date

oh my poor patty ann
what you just don't know
i fall into the water by the pool
when you gogogo

oh my poor patty ann
vexed left like a baby lamb
i don't just wanna be
i'm gonna greet you as your brand new man

oh my poor patty ann
they're looking for your lost lover man
with the hounds by the gate
in the swamp hope it's not to late

oh my poor patty ann
don't be so vexed give me your hand
i been wasting away
ever since your lost cause wedding day

be mine love...
Na ovoj ploči ima muzičku pratnju u vidu Mercy Mercenaries. Produkcija je minimalna, maltene kućna, a prva i, čini se najgolemija referenca je legendarni sastav Suicide. Atmosfera je mračna i ukleta, prošarana jeftinom elektronikom, raznim šumovima i zvukovima gitare i čela. No umesto krikova krajnjeg velegradskog očajanja Alana Vege, Slim svojim razbrajalačkim poslanicama šalje poruke drugačije prirode.
Njegova lirika je natopljena mračnim erosom, estetskim opravdanjem greha, u najboljoj tradiciji rokenrola. Seksi šarm rokabilijevskog glasa Slim Twig u skladu je sa njegovim švalerskim (tinejdžerskim) brčićima koji kao da poručuju pripadnicima lepšeg pola da su ovom muzičaru samo mini suknje na pameti, što se lako da utvrditi uvidom u tekstove pesama sa ovog ostvarenja.
Krajnji proizvod je zbirka iščašenih i zaraznih brojeva (posebno u prvom delu ploče) koji mnogo bolje funkcionišu pri solo slušanju. Na taj način se dobija efekat hipotetički najpribližniji vođenju ljubavi sa samim sobom; što je svojevrstan preduslov sticanja samopouzdanja koje vodi do rafiniranog prosvetljenja. Samo za prave mangupe i njihove istinske ljubitelje.

dont wanna be the man that broke her
i wanna be that eloquent smoker:
with the shirt thats parched so white
that you can't see nothin but my white wing flight

dont wanna be the man that broke her
i wanna be that eloquent smoker:
with the shoes so black and sharp
that you cant hear nothin but the shriek of a harp

dont wanna be the man who bleeds
with his skin so wet that you cant see the need
of takin him back right into your arms
and tellin him "baby never done me no harm"

dont wanna be the man that broke her
i wanna be that eloquent smoker:
with the hair so slick and styled
that their aint another man for at least 10 miles

dont wanna be the man that broke her
i wanna be that eloquent smoker:
with the pants so thin and tight
that you cant think nothin but the sultry night

dont wanna be that man of sin
with a cutthroat at your door but you won't let him in
im according all my might just to make things right
i repent my repe-repetitions

oh lord im coming on up
wont you tell my baby please to save me a spot
im comin on up
im shining

oh lord can i sip from the cup?
dont you dare tell my baby im a miserable fuck
im shakin on in
im blinding