Souless (Remastered) by Lipglo$$

A Ruptured Black Hole

There’s so much anger and confusion in Lipglo$$’s 25th album “Souless”. It’s jarringly composed over such a multitude of genres that it simply sounds like the whole of music itself at some point. No exaggeration it cover the materials and more over it’s brief half and hour run. There’s shitkicking country after strings. It’s closest musical relatives are Negitiveland and James Ferraro in their all together broken mirror reflections of reality (usually at breakneck speed). “Souless” is made up of destroyed GarageBand parts, repurposed into a cyberpunk’s broken radio. It skips and shuffled and melts and never really arrives at a final form. The music is more psychotic than psychedelic.
But it’s funny. It’s downright hilarious at some points without saying a word. The album is played in a deadpan that makes it punk. It’s pissed off at what it is but plays it all like a big joke. As the Lipglo$$ said “You hear a thing for five seconds and think to yourself ‘well this is trash’ then another thing pops up and you’re pissing yourself. It’s a hard balance of shit and fuck you.” The record is biting in title even. Multiple tracks named after genitalia and something called “Classic Rock” that sounds like Weezer’s future grave being pissed on. It takes skill to manipulate such basic, preset samples into something not only listenable but intensely well done.
The opening three tracks “Her’s Is The Voice I Hear”, “Wading Area” and “Dagger Dick” all warp club and dance music into an unrelenting array of kaleidoscope nightmares. It’s burning and really goes, but also a little torturous with its endlessly shifting grooves. “The Year Scream Came Out And Everybody Wore Scream Masks For Halloween” is ambient in decay with true to title effects and is some kind of trance state inducer. It ends with a deep house pissing contest. Really the whole record induces bodily liquid metaphors in a way never felt. The album is the rage induced fervor of an artist who has figured out all genres and wants nothing to do with any of them. “Souless” is maybe Lipglo$$’s masterpiece, give them their flowers.

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