Ah, what a song. And what an album. I don’t know how many people have even heard of Kula Shaker, but their debut album, 1996’s “K” is one of my top 10 favorite albums of all time. I’ve let some friends of mine hear it, and I’ve played it at work, and it gets rave reviews too.
This song, like the album, is about Special K. No, not the delicious breakfast cereal. I’m talking Ketamine Sulfate. One of those illegal drugs that the young kids like to snort/shoot. I’ve never done it myself, but I’ve read about its effects.
Apparently, K is what you do when you want to fly up to heaven and meet God. Apparently K is what Kula Shaker did in their formative years as a band, because they mention this drug, its effects and other drugs all over this album. The singer/guitar picker is Hayley Mills’s son, btw. If you don’t know who Hayley Mills is, it’s probably not important.
Looking at Wikipedia’s page for the band, apparently they’ve reformed. I wonder if they’re any good now.
Who cares? Because the album “K” is so fucking good, they need not do anything else to win a place in my Pantheon of Bands that Released One of My Favorite Albums. But I find myself talking too much about the album, and I should save this precious drivel for the proper record review of it.
“Into The Deep” is one of at least two songs clearly about Ketamine. The other is “Smart Dogs”, and there are probably more. It has a very sing-along-y structure… and is catchy as hell. The production is VERY much like old-school psychedelic rock from the late 60s and early 70s, and since I think that period contains the best rock music ever, this is more than fine with me.
This is one of the songs I get stuck in my head from this album. Come to think of it, I get EVERY song from this album stuck in my head from time to time.
But alas, I’m talking about the album more than the song, so now it’s time for a drastic and unnecessary change in topic.
This is some fembot stuff. Not much fembot stuff, but enough to fap to. The rest of it… good fucking CHRIST ALMIGHTY it’s fucking putrid. Supposedly, television is better than this shit now, but only marginally.
Go ahead. Watch the whole thing. I dare you. I double dare you motherfucker….
etc….
I was just talking to a very good friend of mine, and I had this to say in sweet mockery:
a few brief scenes of moceness…. but it had dialogue like “I have to stop that elevator from dropping before it kills that ungrateful prick in the leather jacket and the retarded kid with the Ronald MacDonald haircut! I’d better stay stuck to the wall and discuss it with no one, like I’m doing right now. I sure wouldn’t want to go and take over the androids… destroy the male ones and instigate super-spider-sex with the pretty female androids! Oh shit! The elevator has hit the ground and the idiots inside are surely dead! Better cut to a scene where something plausible is going on!”
…and…
did you catch the part where she said “I’m so fucking laid back as I record the dialogue for this shitty cartoon that I sound like I’m in traction! Meanwhile, I’m supposed to be falling to my death and making lame spider-puns! Arachnafuckwaffles!”
So, maybe listen to the song instead. If you share my love of female androids, you will have identified the good parts in the video so you can skip everything else.
Also, “moce” is an intentional misspelling of “nice”. It means “nice” as in “Check out the cute robot chick… she’s MOCE!”