I was under the impression that the saying went, ‘everybody’s working for the weekend’. Well, now it looks like Serge is working on the weekend. Serge had his travel plans to go back and get roonied on the island cut short, as The Man informed me that Saturday would now be joining lunch breaks and evenings as the latest to become corporate property.
I thought perhaps listening to Vampire Weekend’s latest album, Contra, might cheer me up a little. After all, this was one of the most anticipated albums to come out since the soundtrack to the Big Chill…that is, until Vampire Weekend decided to pre-release two of its tracks, Horchata and White Sky. At the time, I really wasn’t sure why Ezra Koenig & Co. would pre-release what I thought must surely be the album’s worst songs, but as I soon found out, they are definitely not Contra’s worst songs. No, that probably goes to “California English”, in which Ezra uses a vocoder to warble lyrics such as “Fake Philly cheese steak/But she use real toothpaste” against disparate and erratic melodies. Any bright spots? Not really. Which is why we would rather play Hot Chip and Peter Gabriel doing a cover of Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa, in which Gabriel contemplates how unnatural it would feel to sing his own name. Now things are looking up.
Hot Chip & Peter Gabriel - Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa (Vampire Weekend cover)
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