Bantam Boys

A new Momus mp3 for your consideration (and suggested Paypal dollar donation if you like and keep it): Bantam Boys
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I wonder if it's too late for me to become a eunuch... or at least sing like one? Bantam Boys is perhaps the strangest new song so far, splicing the spirits of Henry Purcell, Klaus Nomi and Matthew Barney. It has eunuchs and synths and shit harlequins and polluted ballet shoes. It even has a background drone specially made by Bernhard Gal, with whom I've been talking about collaborating for months. Although Anne Laplantine's not on it, I do seem to have taken a page from her cut-up guitar book. Oh, and there's a guy in New York who would totally understand this song. He's called Michael Portnoy. (You can hear him singing about husks and buckwheat on the art gallery version of Handheld, incidentally.)
Have a listen and tell me what you think. Actually, when I wrote the song I had no idea what it was about. But in retrospect I'm pretty sure it's about an experience I had at the Warhol party on Saturday night, when a certain green-robed queen with a train of bantam boys holding up her dress was too proud to deign to acknowledge my existence. O Venus thou art cruel!
Bantam Boys
O Africa and orient bring gifts
Spigot weed and egg of the teal
Master baker bring me eel
O your legs were lovely
The synth, bring the synth
Bring the rickety raggedy synth
You harlequins you play such shit
The colour is clean
But you pollute the ballet shoes
You are trying to keep them new
I'm sorry for you
Here comes the queen
Fat and obscene
See her a-staggering
Bringing her bantam boys along
In a line behind her
Walk, walk with a bassoon in the rain
Ringing the filters, ringing the filters
Ringing the summer in
Walk, walk with a bassoon in the rain
Ringing the eunuch, ringing the eunuch
Ringing the eunuch in
Dr Walford Bodie dragging along on a string
A spaniel made of tin
Arise, arise
O Venus shall arise
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Look at the harlequins
(Anonymous) 2004-05-09 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)Now I've got it! Momus is working on an "entertainment" much like Walton and Sitwell's "Facade." The baroque poetry and kaleidoscopic genre-shifting of his recent songs is not unlike that immortal suite.
More castratos! More ephebes mincing in Poiret gowns! More cock and cockerel!
Ensemble
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Well, shame on me. This track was completely unexpected and fantastic.
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Ostranenie
(Anonymous) 2004-05-10 08:58 am (UTC)(link)RichardG
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(Anonymous) 2004-05-10 10:58 am (UTC)(link)RichardG
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http://www.imomus.com/thought240601.html
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(Anonymous) 2004-05-10 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)are you happy with your life? i must know...
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One of the ideas I had for this album was to do the whole thing a cappella. Then I had a listen to Todd Rudgren's A Cappella (http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?userid=ygx1CcOgB8&ean=81227576127) album and that put me off. I was glad I hadn't done the idea when I heard that Bjork's next album, 'The Lake Experience', is entirely a cappella.
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(Anonymous) 2004-05-11 08:46 am (UTC)(link)In terms of the new song, it's the weakest of the lot, the runt of the litter. Your voice sounds too affected, and you're obviously out of your range. I'm a fan but not a fanatic and must say that I hope this remains off the new album. Save it as another vodka jelly.
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Without elaborating too much about it, I could say that some guys I know might somewhat correspond to what I would call a neo-eunuch, although not physically speaking.
hard to predict
(Anonymous) 2004-05-12 04:41 am (UTC)(link)i like it that all the latest momus songs are so different from each other.
that never ceases to surprise me. predictably, you're hard to predict, and that's great.
rosa (http://www.fotolog.net/qinghuayuan)
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Please allocate these monies to your wicker trousers fund.
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