With their new album Deep States coming out in August Tropical Fuck Storm release new track ‘G.A.F.F.’ (Give A Fuck Fatigue) and there’s a video (below) to go along with the release. ‘G.A.F.F.’ deals with the ennui brought about by being fire-hosed with too many things to give a fuck about and the band say about the song that it’s “an ode to the occasional dispassion brought about by the mandatory concern for every perceived injustice that happens, has happened and might yet happen that is being foisted upon the masses by super-yacht dwelling tech barons who monetise our indignation.”
“monetise our indignation” is a phrase I found particularly chilling and the accompanying lyrics (printed below the video) are a litany of all the things that make you want to either give up stimulants and hide under the duvet or do all the stimulants and hide under the duvet. But these are things that need saying i.e. “Nazis hate Pinkos hate MAGAts in the park, when they’re killing one another you can tell them apart. one side is going crazy ‘bout the way you look and the other sides does it for looks”. This is the litany of modern life, we are all simultaneously connected and disconnected, we have access to everything and yet often feel disenfranchised or fear being on the receiving end of cancel culture.
The song itself manages to capture these contradictions and it’s a kaleidoscope of warped sounds and distorted drums that often rat-a-tat in tandem with the vocals. Free-form guitar zigzags throughout with notes that bend from tuneful to atonal and Gareth Liddiard’s vocals provide a friction between the obvious frustration of the subject matter versus his mudslide diction, where words often run together. This boisterous lo-fi crunch is also mirrored in the video which starts with a famed photo of Elvis and ends with a robot Homer Simpson exploding. In between, there is bedsit booze and drugs, guns, a games arcade, bubble-bath-hotel-champagne-drinking and news footage. This avalanche of images also has the colours dialled way up, which heightens the on-the-edge feeling of the song.
You can pre-order the album Deep States from Bandcamp and it’s released on August 20.
G.A.F.F. Lyrics:
one death’s a tragedy, we want the stats
sadistic statistics keep the shit abstract
pestilence, treachery, cloaks and daggers
when I’m talking arms length I’m talking knuckle draggers
displeased hashtags, strange diseases
if it bleeds it leads and leaves you disbelieving
what else could go wrong?
my Black Swan’s got fleas
I’ve got a nasty case of
Give A Fuck Fatigue
Even when you order drive thru you’ve got a bad case
of Give A Fuck Fatigue
deep fakes, false flags, fires and famine
unicorns, uniforms, water cannons
everybody’s going nuts
their drugs are on drugs
somebody do something!!!
yeah but nobody does
Nazis hate Pinkos hate MAGAts in the park
when they’re killing one another
you can tell them apart
one side is going crazy ‘bout the way you look
and the other sides does it for looks
you can’t pave the jungle but you can wear shoes
lighten up loser, like the heretics do
trade your guilt trip in for a holiday
from the attrition that is wishing it’s a permanent state
war made the State, the State made war
what’s the point of worrying ‘bout it anymore?
Give A Fuck Fatigue
Even when you order drive thru you’ve got a bad case
of Give A Fuck Fatigue
by the graveyard there’s a carwash with a parking lot
where the pick-up was discovered when the guard got shot
they found Styrofoam and petrol mixed in mason jars
rags and zippo lighters in the glove compartment
hollow point bullets in an old paint tin
and the keys to an apartment at the Holiday Inn
what the fuck’s he trying to do?
Third Reich take two?
the peasants are revolting
and they’re shopping for shoes
I’ll take the wages of sin
over the minimum wage
I’d blow myself up too man
it’s been one of them days
but I’m not a kamikaze
don’t wanna die a martyr
I’m just looking for a latte
and a fucking phone charger
Give A Fuck Fatigue
the blood of Christian children in a ping pong joint
where a soldier of Fortune 500 wins points
whether fighting for a cause or for a symptom
from the mouth of the horse
an anonymous source says
the Gimbals, the Tic Tacs
if they ever come back
we’ll be waterboarding Martians
with a planet earth flag
there’s too much information
i can’t get an erection
or a stay of execution until after the election
coz the body-cam’s live
the body count’s dead
next to people making babies on the World Wide Web
Give A Fuck Fatigue
even when you walkin’ your pooch you’ve got a bad case
even when you making a move you’ve got a bad case
Review by Paul F Cook
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