bitchDBut I could be your daddy, bitchEGot big legs like a caddy, bitchAReally wanna fuck, send the addy, bitchAmaj7Know your daddy proud of youF#mReal bad bitch with a attitudeEKnow the whole school was fuckin' youDReally mad a nigga was cuffin' youDEReally make a nigga uncomfort...
So I curiously re-entered my favorite church basement to find six airtight musicians blasting away with horrible symmetry, squawky sax shards playing against dissonant guitar chords and wonderfully unpredictable rhythmic cells. To put it simply, Zs took me to the nether regions of musical abstraction...
A tightly curated setlist featuredGrow Up Tomorrow, My People(with lyrics cheekily altered from “Sold my panties to some guy in Austin” to “some guy in London”) and the lustyCigarettewith thumping drums and chords. Punky, up-tempo trackFascinationexploded with fierce guitars and upbeat riff...