Massive Attack, “Group Four” (1998).
Sometimes I think I have the best parents in the entire world. Quite literally, out of all the parents that exist, my parents become The Best that ever were, that are and that will continue to be in the entirety of human history. This week’s shuffle has provoked this thought right now because this is just some of the fabulous music that I was brought up on. Mum and Dad were hipsters before there was such a thing as hipsters.
I was brought up on Radiohead, Portishead, Jeff Buckley and Massive Attack, to name a few and I suspect that this is just one of the reasons that I will be the coolest person you’ll ever be blessed enough to meet (that is, if my head can fit out of my bedroom door anymore). The album that this song features on, Mezzanine, is dark and moody as all shiz but fabulously balanced with delicate vocal touches. This particular song has an edgy as funk guitar riff as our constant companion, some talking poetry and some creepily eerie vocals from Elizabeth Fraser.
This is a song that has layers like onions have layers (thank you Shrek). And like an onion it’s not for every-body. The bodies that this is for are those that like to sit in dimly lit rooms, probably swirling with cigarette smoke, watching an art-house film with the sound off and this song playing instead. That body is probably wearing a pretentious beret too and is dressed all in black. It is the jerk that everyone loves to hate.
I think I need to take up smoking and put on my beret so I can fully encapsulate the douche-baggery this song nearly demands. Despite that fairly negative statement I only have positive thoughts for this song. Urgh, I could eat it because I love it so much.
For University of Auckland, Craccum Magazine 2013, Issue 9.