Johnny Couteau, the self-described “by-product of the Anthropocene,” is beaming fascinating arrangements from their perch on the astral plane. Couteau’s unique “Styrofoam poetry” is seasoned with a savoury mix of No Wave, synthpunk, coldwave and aluminum in a microwave. The sounds of retro-future, the buzzing of our collective stress-induced migraine, Jukebox Preachers is a thoughtful pause in a frantic dystopia; a smoke break on the front stoop. The song and seminal album comprise a reflective collection of thoughts about political unrest and the toll on the human psyche.
The second track on the EP, When Cops Will Be Crying, is a plea to end cop-incited violence in the streets, sharply criticising the role of the police. The track distills the rage of NWA’s Fuck The Police and Public Enemy’s entire magnum opus, into a musical atmosphere drenched in post-apocalyptic sorrow and the sluggish brain space following a handle of Jack Daniels.
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Our entire life Was like a spell of beauty and despair This old delusion Hectic with our own selfish thirst…
Yesterday is history And today is just misery So we say "Long live the King" Oh, he ruined everything Hailing…
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