One Hears Such Sounds, And What Can One Say But — JIMMY.
This song definitely needs a marimba or two to fill out the mid-range. A nice string section could really add a lot. Nothing says MY PAPA IS A SUPER GIANT like the London Philharmonic blazing away in the background. Throw in a tuba solo for some added suspense and sophistication. Record a theremin part to add some sex appeal. Nothing says sexy like indistinct monotonous wailing. And finally, it needs more cowbell.
Don’t get me wrong, I like the direction he’s taking; very edgy, very raw, very cool. It sounds like a sharp mound of uncooked hamburger in music form. Which is obviously a good thing. And it’s not like you can’t relate to the guy. We all have a papa of some sort. Most of them aren’t super giants, but basketball players have kids, too.
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If I ran the zoo, there would be serious penalties for the misuse of video effects, which of course could only be accessed after a strict licensing exam. And maybe an apprenticeship. And with that horror show of post production, I shall now begin my own. Thanks, Charlie Maine, somehow I have to erase the last 5 minutes from my memory. Fortunately, I have the 80’s to help with that.
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