So I was looking for something different and interesting to watch this weekend and I somehow stumbled upon this gem of a film. Per the terse, albeit honest synopsis via IMDB, Revenge For Jolly! is a film about a man that recruits his cousin to find out who is behind his dog's suspicious death. Although the tagline makes it sound very cut and dry, there is a lot of genius behind this film and despite the cliche, almost comedic layout of the movie poster, Revenge For Jolly! is not your typical laugh-out-loud comedy. It's dark, violent, and in a lot of ways; very surreal. I don't want to give away too much, however if you're looking for something different to watch, particularly in the dark-comedy genre, I strongly suggest seeking out and finding Revenge For Jolly! You won't be sorry!
Sheer depravity and nothing more. As I noted in a previous entry for The Lost Tapes series, 1999 was a truly surreal time and this track, as crazy as it seems, was very representative of that particular time of my life. I was living in downtown Fort Lauderdale and my days and nights consisted of nothing but Miscreant debauchery on every level imaginable. I was throwing parties which seemed to last for days and there was no shortage of insanity going on all around me, however I embraced the madness and short-term psychosis because when all was said and done; it was a good fucking time. Besides the sleazy nostalgia, Typical Day marked the last track that was recorded and released under the Miscreants moniker. It was also the last track recorded for the Suicide Porn Scandal project as well as the last track ever recorded at The Hornblower (my makeshift apartment/studio). It was recorded on the cassette 4-track with a Boss DR-660 triggering drum sounds from my Roland sampler and an Alesis Nanobass supplying the wonky bassline. Lyrically, it's about four minutes of straight-up doo-doo rhymes about sex, drugs, sleaze, shoplifting, and bad parenting. No hooks, no chorus, and not really a lot of class....
In stark contrast to the amazing street art down in Wynwood, I stumbled upon this gem of classiness this morning when I was parking my car. The curious thing is that the Boca Raton Police notoriously hang out in this parking lot, and I have a feeling that it meant to be seen by them more so than the general populus. It then brings the question, why fuk and not fuck? Was this merely artistic freedom with one of the more powerful words in the profanity lexicon or a genuine misspelling? I guess we'll never know, but I can't help but to feel that their angst would have reached a broader audience (Boca Police included) if they tagged this on the front of the parking lot area instead of the very back where only a few people would end up seeing it.
Keep it classy little thugs!