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All rights reserved. No reproduction in whole or in part without express written permission. By Orb The Residents are the bastard children of Frank Zappa. Don't believe me? Check out a sample song lyric: Once upon a time I played fatman electric guitar, And they said I was a rock and roll star. Now my body calls me on the telephone, So I sit and watch my TV all alone. Maybe if I put a bullet fatman in my brain, They'd remember me like Kurt Cobain. And the parasites on MTV Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me. But I wouldn't be a hero, I'd be dead, Just a corpse beside a note that read: If you like to pretend that you never grow old, You've got what it takes to rock and roll. See what I mean? The Residents are some sort of Vietnam-era spawn, or really the spawn of the spawn, the revolt of a few cerebral brainiacs that realized that popular music was being codified, marketed, spoon-fed to the masses, and controlled into the ground. They are like netherworld antiheroes, not the Iggy Pop kind (no one's throwing themselves into glass on stage at their shows), but antiheroes nonetheless.
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