Self-released
Nathan Ventura was exceedingly impressed with our recent vivisections of his work (or: replace "exceedingly" with "dreadfully" and "impressed" with "embarrassed"), so much so he mailed us another cassette.
Sonically, Love Songs isn't an album one would play in front of their better half, not even on an evening where one would like to evoke the phrase "Not tonight—I have a headache," but can't because it has worn so thin it's gauzy. The music is antagonistic and threatening and sharp around the edges. The sounds in "Mexican Sunrise" are akin to one of the generic ring tones that are included on your smart phone—and the ring tone is played at the phone's maximum volume. "I'm a Little Spider" reminds me of the wet groans an empty stomach makes. And Ventura's voice, as always, sounds like it's coming from the behind a thick, locked door in an asylum.
But the lyrics! Those are indeed safe for couples and coupling. From "Cursive Line of Cocaine": "The only boy I ever loved left me for Hollywood / He used to write and blow my name in cursive lines of cocaine." From the previously mentioned "I'm a Little Spider": "I'm a little spider / I'm inside her." And from "I am the Dingleberry": "The universe is laughing at my sorrow / I am a dingleberry on the asshole of time." Because ... Well, nothing gets blood quicker to the loins than a metaphor involving fecal matter pasted onto body hair.
(Also, I'm really digging the cover art, which depicts two hugging individuals. One is so enthusiastic about the hug he has pulled the other completely off the ground. That kind of huge is great; you only get so many of those hugs during your lifetime.)
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