Algiers: Can The Sub_Bass Speak? | Song-Factsheet

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Song «Can The Sub_Bass Speak?» von Algiers.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2019 08 27 (Digital)
Label: Matador OLE 1499 DS
Songwriter
Produktion: Randall Dunn & Ben Greenberg
Genre: Post-Millennial-Music - Postpunk-Revival, Jazz - Jazzpoetry

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Atemberaubende Band, intensiver Track über die Gegenwartskultur, von der man oft nicht weiss, in welche Schublade man ihre Protagonist*innen stecken soll, weil es zwar die Schubladen noch gibt – Genres zum Beispiel, Traditionen, Genderzuschreibungen, Moden –, aber niemand und nichts passt mehr rein, weil alles ZWISCHEN den Schubladen stattfindet, zum Beispiel dieser Track: Ist er Postpunk-Revival oder Jazzpoetry? Ist die Band schwarz oder weiss? Die Antwort auf schwierige Fragen lautet oft: «Mir doch egal was es ist» oder «Sei nicht anstrengend, es ist was es ist». Das kulturelle Leben zwischen den Schubladen hat aber einen Preis: Alles ist dermassen partikulär und führt langfristig zu Beliebigkeit und Gleichgültigkeit. Was heisst hier «führt dazu»? Wir sind längst mittendrin. Wir sind verloren!

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Algiers
Randall Dunn
Ben Greenberg

Lyrics

Niggas don't know how to act What is this? This ain't hip-hop This ain't punk rock You ain't punk rock You ain't hip-hop What is this? What style of music do you play? What kind of music do you play? What do you call that music? What genre is this? How do you mix all these genres together? Why do you mix all these genres together? How do you do that? Yeah, yeah, I see, it's kinda like gospel-punk Soul-punk, soul-rock, doom-soul What is this fusion? Man, it's more like confusion I like the punk but I don't like the soul I like the soul but I don't really like the punk It's soulful, but why do you have to make it ugly? Oh, you don't even know what your sound is Nah nigga, you don't know how to act All these niggas don't know how to act Where you from? Nah, where you really from? No, where you really from in Africa? You look like your ancestors might have come from Mali You know, I spent a summer there once and you look like them Nah, that's not your real voice, is it? Is that your real voice? Why do you talk like that? And you don't really, you don't really dress like that, do you? Nah, you, you don't really talk like a black guy I mean, you're black but you ain't really black You don't really act black, nigga Yeah, you're more a negro than a nigga Yeah, and you're pretty cool for a nigga but you ain't really a nigga You know what I'm sayin'? You know that Chris Rock sketch where he says That there's a difference between black people and niggas? Yeah, why, why can't I say it? Why are you allowed to say it but we can't say it? Nah, fucking nigga, you don't really know how to act All you niggas don't really know how to act How does it feel to be a black man making white music? Uh, a middle aged black man observing young white people Shout the n-word to rap songs A 35 year old black man observing young white people Shout the n-word to rap songs They're bombastic but to the point of kitsch Even though the issues at hand are a matter of life and death Uh, never mentioning the name Of victims of racially motivated violence The effect is weirdly impersonal, so over the top It's political melodrama Fuck your experience, nigga Uh, you ain't from the hood You ain't got gold in your mouth Nigga, you ain't never been in jail You're too old and too inauthentic Fuck young, gifted, and black, nigga You don't know how to act All you niggas don't know how to act I love what you do but I wish you would just get off Of the identity politics and start talking about structural politics You know who you remind me of? You remind me of TV on the Radio You remind me of Fishbone You remind me of Gary Clark Jr You remind me of Bad Brains You remind me of Living Colour You remind me of Lenny Kravitz You know who you look like? You look like Laurence Fishburne You look like Usher You look like Forest Whitaker You look like Paul George You look like Denzel Washington You look like that cat from 24 What? I'm just trying to be nice Fuck you, nigga All you niggas don't know how to act All you niggas don't know how to act Oh, you know I love black girls I fucked a black girl once, you know I got black friends, too You know, one of my best friends was a nigga when I was growing up And we used to play basketball together And he could jump and run so fast 'cause he had an extra muscle Did you know that? Y'all got an extra muscle in your leg You got it from when you was runnin' from the slave masters Oh, but you niggas still don't know how to act All you niggas don't know how to act You know what black music is, right? Yeah, I love old school hip-hop You know, does, you know, does it bother you When white people dance to your music at shows? Did you used to be a preacher? Oh, you're from Atlanta, I love trap music That's the home of trap music You know what that is, right? Oh, but you know Bob Dylan created rap Oh, you know Cee-Lo Green? Oh, yo, you niggas don't know how to act A Love Supreme, that got 10 out of 10 You know, Michael Jackson's Thriller got Best New Nigga But you still don't know how to act All you niggas don't really know how to act "Get back to where you once belonged," they sing They gave him drank and take away the water "Get back to where you once belonged," they sing They tattoo his face with quaint obscenities "Get back to where you once belonged," they sing They hack off his tongue ceremoniously With all institutional pomp and circumstance "Get back to where you once belonged," they sing They tie him to be quartered to the four major pillars of validation "Get back to where you once belonged," they sing They decorate him in gold "Get back to where you once belonged," they sing Exhausted in the briers, he sighs a resigned contortion They seize it at birth and bottle it for voyeuristic observation And anthropological instruction Then put it on display in natural history museums Pornographic textbooks, designer drag window displays And conspiracy websites Dance like a monkey Chatter like an ape Put on the jacket and the full face Everyone will applaud They clangor on this way Until he hits the ground Then they finally give the thumbs down