}}} esoteric cinema puke, facial neuralgia inducing techno-funk, subliminal disco ooze, dubby & blunted four to the floor, electro-kraut toxic mind prisms, woobly bass melt, dusty folk & space pop sampladelia, klonopin synthesizer jams, balearic psych cathedrals, and other miscellaneous noise {{{

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Of all the genre-defying tracks on M.I.A's new Kala (finally leaked, but out proper August 21), this is perhaps the weirdest. Over a trebly grime style beat and mournful "Blue Monday" chords, she busts out a verse from Frank Black's book, asking the eternal question "Where is my mind?". I might have time to sit around and think about it myself, but our favorite Sri Lankan has been cited all over San Francisco recently and she's looking for a husband. Here I come cutie, grrrrrrrr.

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