I randomly thought about this song and video a few minutes ago and it made me so angry. I wanted to sit down and write about it, thoroughly and intelligently, but I get so mad when I try to that the only thing that comes out of my fingers is “OMG WTF WHY?!”
The song is called “Herbal Tea,” written (presumably) and performed by a French artist named Maty Soul. According to her Myspace page, her music “deals with social and political realities.” It was shown to me by G.D. because he hates me wanted to get my opinion on it. It’s… bad. It’s just really bad. It’s like an orgy of boho cliches and mangled up vocal cords. If bad spoken word poetry made a movie, this is what it would look and sound like.
Since I can’t coherently write any commentary on this shit song, I will instead paste a few pieces of the conversation we had on it via GChat.
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How about a little group activity, hm? Let’s name all the tired ass cliches we find in the video. I’ll start us off: super ethnic natural haired afroed black women.
If you’re a sadist and would like to hear more, check out “My Mind Went to the 70s.” I haven’t listened to it because I can’t bear to, but I bet it goes something like:
“Oh, what’s with the world today/So much pain, my soul cries out/So heavy, my eyes can’t see/Why we can’t just sit and light some incense/Drink coconut milk/And rub sandalwood oil in our skin, I/Close my eyes and go back to a time when life was sweet like honeysuckle/And everything was peace and love and freedom and love and liberty and easy and cowry shells/Can you hear the drums/The Panthers understand my poetry/In the seventiiiiies.”
Or some such bullshit.
Go take a nap, Maty!
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