There’s popular, and then there’s this guy with the Transformers suit. Look at the delight he elicits from all the little passersby. You get yourself a transformers costume like this, and you could be just as popular with every little kid you encounter. Popularity like that comes with a catch, however. No female human old enough to drive will come within restraining order distance of you. Choose wisely.
There would be no survivors. There would be no mercy. I’d make Genghis Khan look like the cross-dressing, girly, pony-obsessed dweeb he was. If Stalin saw my circus he’d tell me to seek professional help then slowly back out of the room. Cats and dogs would rain from the heavens and fire and brimstone would rise from the Earth. There would be blood, and pain, as you cannot imagine.
But other than that we’d have a lovely time.
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.