I first heard this new level of ridiculous genius on Indie Shuffle. Then it showed up on the RTT news desk last night, and I thought, obviously newsworthy, the perfect bait for clicks, but also what an interesting thing that is happening here. The song begs the question, what might happen? It also has equal parts trolly and profound. Obviously the production is air tight, like old school hip hop with classic scratches. Also like old school hip hop rapping about things that are way deeper than the idea of Deadmau5 making a rap track. The title is, ‘Are you not afraid blah,’ the question before the question, what might happen? Maybe Deadmau5 and Shotty Horroh are telling us that we are all doomed. We R Fukt, maybe. Maybe these two have zero f*cks to give about what might happen. Maybe that is the way to be.
Not like it matters to them if you follow their lead. This song says, most importantly to me, f*ck the haters. If you don’t like me, blow me. In an empowering way, not trying to be a big d*ck. Sure talks about it some though. Basically, have a choice: pick up the needle, press pause, or turn the radio off. Salt N Pepa said it best.
So now lets talk about the sex that is Deadmau5. Everything Joel Zimmerman does, whether you want to admit it or not, is a stroke of genius. In one way or another, this dude always comes out on top. From my least favorite moment in his history of publicly dating, and then not dating, Kat Von D, to the mesmerizing live sets of a skinny, rad tatted man with a mau5 mask on his head. We have got to love him. It is inhuman not to.
All hail, king Deadmau5. Please sire, is there anything you can not do?
No, he says. I guarantee I’ve got a larger dick, he says.
For a bonus, here is some kind of weird take on that flute song that was so popular: