I dreamt I was walking toward an illuminated circus tent. I was met at the entrance by a troop of alter boys in bondage gear. They led me inside, through a cloud of smoke and into a hall of mirrors. I emerged into the center ring where an orgy of clowns, priests, and paraphilic infantiles was presided over by the pope, with the bearded lady at his side as queen.
Caterpillarmen give me nightmares. As much as I dig spazing out to their album, Babycum, they invade my subconscious and I wake up terrified and covered in sweat. The title alone gives me the creeps; but, then cum the circus melodies.
“This is your fucking dream, you sick fuck!”
I think it’s just as likely that Caterpillarmen are commenting on the connotation of “baby” as used in popular music. For example… Justin Bieber… babies singin’ “baby” … and makin’ babies in bathrooms.
Caterpillarmen are from Iceland and have been touring Europe with tUnE YarDs. Their album proves that they are supremely talented, unique, and progressive; even if their song titles are incredibly disturbing.
All joking aside, Caterpillarmen are radical in all ways. They show radical musicianship and are radically in your face. In the 80′s, punk rockers wore swastikas in a half-sarcastic attempt to turn Reagan’s America in on itself. Punks proved to pop culture that, deep down, Reagan’s youth weren’t any different than Hitler’s, mindless drones, the lot of them.
I like to think that Caterpillarmen are illuminating the dark side of the popular subconscious. I like to think they are proving that we are sycophantically encouraging perversion by praising disguised men of the cloth or those in clown make-up, a mistake the mundane make by denying the progressive attitude that drives this very unique music… I think that’s called rationalization; but, I’ll stick to it if it makes the nightmares go away.