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Nancy's Seven Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues Oozes... ...like it is being squoze from a tube to be applied to a rash

Nancy's Seven Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues Oozes...

...like it is being squoze from a tube to be applied to a rash

by Alex V. Cook, Music Editor
first published: January, 2021
it is the healing vibe of rock 'n' roll - a long dead musical practice about which you might need to consult a village elder

Nancy
The Seven Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues
B3SCi Records

Nothing feels more on time in this timeless time than the T. Rex stomp opening the title track of Nancy’s cracked mirror gaze into the void, The Seven Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues. Like other glam meditations on the Big Empty (Ziggy Stardust, maybe all Motley Crue recordings) it fills me with life. The music oozes like it is being squoze from a tube to be applied to a rash. Nancy - if the ghastly dude staring back from the cover is the singer in the band is the thing - is grumbly and studio-tortured to the point of near incomprehensibility, but through the static, it is the healing vibe of rock ‘n’ roll - a long dead musical practice about which you might need to consult a village elder or exiled wizard - that bleeds through.

 

“Pleasure Pen” low watt throbs like Depeche Mode on Nyquil. It got me werqing my shoulders on the treadmill, if you needed that visual. The whole record has a post-human sexuality that grazes the G-spot of a year in isolation. A malaise of having watched every video, every episode, listened to all the podcasts, having even momentarily resorted to reading books like a savage, momentarily massaged into awareness.

Like most smart producers of pop, Nancy has front-loaded their album. “Happy Happy Happy” does the brief busted music box David Lynch vignette waltz. “Leave Your Cares Behind” is as idle an idyll as kids jumping rope in gasmasks, splashing in toxic puddles. The record follows in narcotic rumbles until  the Wire-taut “Clic Clac” bangs the earbuds from your virus-clogged bean. It’s a glorious sucker punch, the kind that makes the album for me. The old girl gets as close to contemporary pop practice with the closing “Deathmarch”, built on a loop of church organs that gives some DJ Shadow realness and a beat so compressed it becomes a diamond. It’s a gloomy croon still incomprehensible on this nth listen. I know less about Nancy than I did when I started the record, and I expect that is by design. I’m going to keep this on repeat until she is gone completely.


Choose your poison
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Alex V. Cook
Music Editor

Alex V. Cook listens to everything and writes about most of it. His latest book, the snappily titled Louisiana Saturday Night: Looking for a Good Time in South Louisiana's Juke Joints, Honky-Tonks, and Dance Halls is an odyssey from the backwoods bars and small-town dives to the swampside dance halls and converted clapboard barns of a Louisiana Saturday Night. Don't leave Heathrow without it. His first book Darkness Racket and Twang is available from SideCartel. The full effect can be had at alex v cook.com
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