Whether he's passing judgement on joyless tourists, lashing out at soulless bean-counters and cold-hearted exes, or painting a vivid metaphor out of human viscera, he does so with a unique and strangely likeable style. By turns humorous, angry, and matter-of-fact, Domestic's delivery of these songs is what really makes this album. "Are you a right fucker or just a fuckee?" is about as good of an opening line as you'll ever hear on a record and certainly the perfect tone-setter for this one. The musings, observations, stories, and ravings which comprise this album create a bleak but bang-on picture of human existence: we are pitiful creatures living out disappointing, pointless lives which we are almost entirely powerless to change. ![]() But Domestic pulls it off splendidly, crafting weird songs that are genuinely enjoyable to listen to. In the hands of a lesser artist, this mish-mash of musical styles might come off disjointed or ill-conceived.
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