Detroit Grand Pubahs
Funk All Ya’ll
Basement Jaxx put the fun back in house, Mouse On Mars made drum ‘n bass a Krautrock chucklefest, but the humorously lower-than-lo-fi Detroit Grand Pubahs just defy explanation. Absurd and raunchy, Detroit Grand Pubahs read like Pure Guava-era Ween shotgunning bong hits on the dance floor. Production quality and juvenilia intact.
The underground sleeper hit “Sandwiches” makes Mr. Oizo’s “Flat Beat” sound as complex as the new Squarepusher record. Its lyrics, read in a charmingly Ween-y flanged-vocal (tempo-be-damned) deadpan (“You can be the bun, and I can be the burger, girl. I know you wanna do it. We can make sandwiches“) rival Sir-Mix-A-Lot in the subtlety department. If the metaphor-heavy lyrics to “Sandwiches” are too intellectual, there’s always the just-as-silly “One Hump or Two,” with its infectious refrain: “That booty! I wanna hump it! I wanna squeeze on it! I wanna hump it! I wanna br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r! I wanna hump it!“
Plus, ludicrous tales of prostitutes, serial killers, and of course, Dr. Bootygrabber over ludicrously senseless homemade minimalist funk. Contextual arguments anyone?
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