|Whilst there are those among you that may stridently argue that stale ________ and rancid ________ do not a ________ make, I would like to propose that it is upon this ________ union of otherwise discarded ________ that the ________ has found the strength to rise from beggar to ________. And even though this ________ history is widely unrecognized by those that ________ in the coffers of the now reigning kings of ________, the tide has turned, and the ________ shall not go ________.
So long has the ________ been denied its just deserve, instead relegated to mere ________. So long have the ________ cries gone unanswered, only to weep alongside tepid ________. So long has the ________ been left entangled by the relentless vines of ________. And so it is with the utmost of confidence when I say this ________ shall be no more, for the ________ shall find sweet justice in the land of the ________. And who better to lead the charge than the ________ gentleman who stands before you? Who better than the one who has proven ________ the ________ masses that would otherwise cast aside ________ graces? Who better than SECRET MOMMY, champion of unwieldy ________!
The time has come I tell you, and not a ________ shall deny his ________.
And while his ________ may remain a mystery to all, his ________ of song shall be revered with pure ________, as the splitter splatter ________ wreak indiscriminate havoc upon the ________ souls that might stand in their way.
"At 36 minutes, Mammal Class is as brief as Revolver, and like that era-defining statement, it is fueled solely by its own creative juices: bright and colorful ideas brought into sharp focus by acid-tinged minds slithering somewhere over the zeitgeist giga-monitor. Revolver was a product of 1966. Mammal Class is undeniably a product of 2004.
Eclectic, strange and above all, fun, Secret Mommy condenses modern music into tracks that glide effortlessly from ...Entroducing-style sampled beats to outright polyphonic warfare, wherein Secret Mommy (Andy Dixon of The Red Light Sting) deploys the most unusual of weaponry: samples of Pink, Mary J. Blige, elephants, Shania Twain, frogs, pigs, mouth harps, acoustic guitars, French educational records, Arabs on radars, balloons, eating noises and, somewhat unexpectedly, a trumpet. Interested? Read on.
Imagine for a second that The Books made music you could actually grow to love. Imagine if Thought for Food wasn't so swept up in its own clinical esoterica. Imagine if someone brought everyone else's hooks right to your ears and performed cosmetic surgery on them while you listened to them liposuctioning away all traces of blight? Imagine if these altered hooks were then squeezed into a paint-gun via some really fucked up transubstantiation and ejaculated onto a canvas through Jackson Pollock's gatling gun. Imagine if Madonna and Pearl Jam sang together on the same six-second track, and that the track was called "AOL Keyword PARTY". Are you hearing me?
Further hilarity ensues as on "Bottom 40", as Britney Spears groans breathlessly, strung up like a listless marionette, Dixon manipulating her "vocals" as a cat gives her a golden shower (please refer to the Boombox). Party boy Andrew WK cops a beating also, on "Andrew W. Cake". Hyperactive children at a party blow their toy-horns at WK as he lies prostate atop a melting ice-cream cake. A digital cowboy introduces "Shania Twang" with a "yee haw!" before all hell breaks loose in the form of lo-fi industrial hardcore, some digital banjo and assorted animal noises.
Perhaps the greatest indicator here of Secret Mommy's genius is "Mess With the Bull Get the Horns", which reduces Justin Timberlake, a bull's mooing and a Radio DJ to a glitchy track that only an epileptic could dance to. It's like taking a bad egg, some flour and some milk and creating soufflé. The influences and samples are twisted and bent into unidentifiable yet familiar shapes that get better with each manic listening.
Why waste your money on the Top 40 when you can have Secret Mommy pilfer it for you and make it sound good? In this world of litigious labels and technology that we call 2004, it's truly refreshing to have found someone with the cheek and the nerve to have made Mammal Class. It's a living monument to the times that have already a-changed: surreal, elusive. Cool. Ta
da!" - Splendid