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Schadenfreude

Dagonaki
A filthy, fast garage-punk track played on cheap gear with absolute conviction, The drum kit sounds tinny, battered, and half-broken, but the drummer murders it with frantic precision, wild fills, and a reckless forward shove, Distorted guitar warbles, buzzes, and bends out of tune in all the right ways, while a loose bass fuzzes underneath with rubbery, dirty movement, The band should feel barely contained but completely locked together, Build in sharp loud-quiet dynamics, crooked hooks, and twitchy alternative-rock tension, The lead singer is a total weirdo with insane range, treating the voice like another instrument: yelps, croons, cracks, falsetto jumps, snarls, and sudden melodic beauty, The chorus explodes into gang shouts of “HYOLD IT I!” Add a dark, danceable hip-hop pulse beneath the punk without smoothing it out: ugly, hypnotic, body-moving rhythm for people who hate dancing, Fast, funny, grimy, strange, catchy, and dangerous, Make each chorus hit like a busted alarm blast!
V5.5

[Verse 1] Very serious, very grim, Everybody’s looking dim, I’m nodding slow, I understand, Got my sympathy on as planned. Then somebody says, “I lost my phone,” Corner of my mouth goes on its own, Eye starts twitching, nostril flares— Oh God, don’t look at me, I care! [Pre-Chorus] Bite my cheek, stare at the floor, Think of taxes, think of war, Push it down, don’t let it win— Jesus Christ, just hold it in! [Chorus] HOLD IT IN! Nothing funny happened here! HOLD IT IN! That is definitely not a tear! Your whole relationship fell apart? HA— I mean… that must be hard. Car won’t start? Wallet gone? Locked yourself outside at dawn? Why’s my fucking mouth doing that again? [Verse 2] Someone tripped but didn’t fall, Walked three steps and hit the wall, Boss sent “PLEASE CALL ME” in all caps, I get a chuckle when he finally snaps! Dog ran off with somebody’s shoe— I’m so sorry. HAHA! For you. [Pre-Chorus] Clench my jaw, count to ten, Here that little bastard comes again, Face stay straight, don’t let it win— I’M HOLDING IT IN! [Chorus] HOLD IT IN! Nothing funny happened here! HOLD IT IN! My condolences are sincere! You got dumped by text at two? HAHAHA! That’s awful, dude. Missed your flight? Wrong tattoo? Stop watching my face—I’m listening to you! [Bridge] Funeral silence. Elevator fart. Someone says “We need to talk” I wait for the laughter to stop. NO. Absolutely not. This is compassion. This is— PFFFFFT— Goddammit. [Breakdown] Someone lost their phone! GOOD! Somebody got broken up with! GREAT! Someone waved back to somebody who WASN’T WAVING AT THEM! PERFECT! Someone pushed a door marked PULL! BEAUTIFUL! Someone said “You too” when the waitress said “Enjoy your meal!” YES! YES! YES! [Final Chorus] HOLD IT IN! Keep your stupid face controlled! HOLD IT IN! You are thirty-something years old! Show concern! Act like a man! Stop making that noise into your hand! I feel terrible. I really do. I would never, ever laugh at you. ... You dropped your phone in the toilet? ... [snort] Oh, fuck you.