Busch's final reaction to this nebulous malignancy, "let's watch it again," suggests a sick delight in voyeurism—that what we are willfully watching is too sick to describe, but too intriguing to ignore.
In 'Tape,' the song's omitted details are doing the heavy lifting; you might picture some hideous snuff film, or news clips from Cambodia circa 1973.
On 'Funny Man,' Busch flexes a more poetic and abstract grasp on language, morphing from mine-blasting drums into articulate melodic rock.
I broke my knees upon the pearl and onyx In the hall of trophies built to honor my father. Spilled the blood, gave 'em as much as they wanted.
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