Something that has only been mentioned thusfar in a cursory fashion is the overall surprise of the second part of this song due to the musical genre that DB is employing here. Motown as a musical genre has always concerned itself with love as a core thematic tenant, but that love has always been a heterosexually coded one, where the "man-crooner" spills his pained heart out to the (feminine) object of his affection or any listening bystander in the hopes of turning things around or at least getting a bit of sympathy/empathy.
It's utterly brilliant what Devendra does here by lulling you into that tradition and then smashing it apart in one of the most hilarious and disturbing fashions possible. Great song with a lot of depth; musically, psychologically, lyrically...a lot of defiance and flouting of all kinds of "traditional decency" here.
Something that has only been mentioned thusfar in a cursory fashion is the overall surprise of the second part of this song due to the musical genre that DB is employing here. Motown as a musical genre has always concerned itself with love as a core thematic tenant, but that love has always been a heterosexually coded one, where the "man-crooner" spills his pained heart out to the (feminine) object of his affection or any listening bystander in the hopes of turning things around or at least getting a bit of sympathy/empathy.
It's utterly brilliant what Devendra does here by lulling you into that tradition and then smashing it apart in one of the most hilarious and disturbing fashions possible. Great song with a lot of depth; musically, psychologically, lyrically...a lot of defiance and flouting of all kinds of "traditional decency" here.