It puts me in mind of seeing the starving on TV, and feeling distanced from them, safely ensconced in privilege ("I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing" "Staring into glassy eyes, mesmerised" "Every famine virtual").
"Is it fashion or disease? / Post-ironic, remains a mouth to feed...", people sneer at ads for charities to feed the Third World starving, but the hungry are still there.
"Now I'm finding truth is a ruin / Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing" -- those who clothe themselves in irony are in denial about what they know, and have given up on the ugly 'truth'.
The concept of 'retrovertigo' could tie into that ironic detachment -- the enormity of the terrible truth towering in front of you makes you 'dizzy', and you retreat by emotionally detaching yourself.
Meanwhile, to gain any benefit, these starving people must be 'advertised', and in a way, 'sell the rights to their blight'.
I don't think every line in the song could be tied to a single cohesive theme, but it's interesting to try. Bloody great tune, my favourite Mr Bungle song.
It puts me in mind of seeing the starving on TV, and feeling distanced from them, safely ensconced in privilege ("I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing" "Staring into glassy eyes, mesmerised" "Every famine virtual").
"Is it fashion or disease? / Post-ironic, remains a mouth to feed...", people sneer at ads for charities to feed the Third World starving, but the hungry are still there. "Now I'm finding truth is a ruin / Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing" -- those who clothe themselves in irony are in denial about what they know, and have given up on the ugly 'truth'.
The concept of 'retrovertigo' could tie into that ironic detachment -- the enormity of the terrible truth towering in front of you makes you 'dizzy', and you retreat by emotionally detaching yourself.
Meanwhile, to gain any benefit, these starving people must be 'advertised', and in a way, 'sell the rights to their blight'.
I don't think every line in the song could be tied to a single cohesive theme, but it's interesting to try. Bloody great tune, my favourite Mr Bungle song.