24/7 is a hard strutting slab of Funk with a capital F, sitting on a dirty vintage groove with sophisticated horns and a righteous Trombone solo. An honest and self deprecating account of the trials of being a musician today, it pokes fun at the ego that rears its ugly head in the weakest moments, earnestly confronting the fragility and insecurity that accompanies an artist’s journey.
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24/7 funk hilarity
OOH WHEE!
What’s become of me, oh what indeed.
I’m even sweating over grooves in my sleep.
If I ain’t killing it, then it’s killing me
Stress lines at my eyes Charlie Brown good grief!
I’ll never find another kind of sugar for my bowl.
Aspartamine has taken it’s toll.
I never knew there ever could be such fragility
Heomaraging worth in torrents bleed.
In the Dichotomy, the radge is the one that supersedes.
24/7 funk hilarity OOH WHEE
You want it, you got it.
Whatever you want well that’s just what I’ll be. WHO ME?
You want it, you got it.
I made a bop resonate somehow.
Make all the bops about wrestlers now
(if only the ultimate warrior had a funny sound)
I need on the SAMAs, I need in the Skinny.
But they dig serious don’t dig silly
(Don’t you be no silly billy)
I got an ego, it won’t let me go, we go hand in hand.
And it’s wish is my command.
Fun is fun, it sure is fun but the dark don’t go away.
It’s very much, very much still there.
In the Dichotomy, the radge is the one that supersedes.
24/7 funk hilarity OOH WHEE
You want it, you got it.
Whatever you want, well that’s just what I’ll be. WHO ME?
You want it, you got it.
Whatever you want just ask and you’ll receive. WHO ME?
You want it, you got it.
And if it’s 24/7 funk hilarity OOH WHEE
You want it, you got it.
I am a mirror in front of a mirror with nothing in between.
Self-reflecting to infinity.
In the Blade and the Ice, in the days of old,
This wisdom Blitzer told. He said:
“If you’re not enough without it,
You’ll never be enough with the gold.”
My self-esteem torn at the seams, it acts contingently
On the praise that I receive
The thing I made is delicate that i hold in my hands.
I held too tight and crushed it into sand.
Into sand.
To sand.
The radge is the one that supersedes
24/7 funk hilarity OOH WHEE
You want it, you got it.
Whatever you want, well that’s just what I’ll be. WHO ME?
You want it, you got it.
Craig Charles don’t want nothing to do with me. OOH WHEE
You want it, you got it.
My brother says, “Don’t you sing so self referentially” OOH WHEE
I done it, I sung it.
24/7 funk hilarity OOH WHEE
On their latest LP, the Virginia group offer a sizzling array of funk and jazz grooves, with one foot in the past and the other in the future. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 16, 2020
