Saturday, March 8, 2025

Playlist Saturday #1

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Playlist Title: "Rumpelstilksin"** – A name evoking fever-dream trickery, alchemy, and the fine print on a Faustian deal. Lou Toad—our enigmatic DJ—presides over this 46-minute odyssey of unearthed electricity.  

1. **"We Need It - 2025 Remaster" - Gary Numan**  
   Cybernetic synthlord reanimates his past with fresh chrome plating. The robots still dream, but now they’ve got WiFi and a subscription to their own obsolescence.  

2. **"Why Do You Bother" - Faith No More**  
   The punk-funk nihilists before they wore suits and got ironic. A full-force sneer that flirts with the apocalypse but still finds time to pogo on the wreckage.  

3. **"Pictures of Home - 2024 Remix" - Deep Purple, Dweezil Zappa**  
   Richie Blackmore's phantom fingers reach through time, now shaking hands with Dweezil—Zappa’s own spectral offspring—who refuels the dragon-fire solos. Nostalgia as a muscle car with nitrous.  

4. **"Close to the Edge: i. The Solid Time of Change" - Yes**  
   Prog’s golden calf, still worshipped, still standing. A labyrinthine cathedral built from impossible chord progressions and lyrical riddles, where capes flutter and enlightenment is 17 minutes away.  

5. **"Two Into One - Studio Demo - Remastered" - Sweet**  
   Bubblegum dipped in gutter oil. A back-alley T. Rex, sugared-up and sneering, still clinging to its fangs despite decades of remastering.  

6. **"Beyond The Rising Sun - Unused Stereo Mix" - Marc Bolan**  
   The ghost of glam, exhumed and given stereo vision. Bolan’s cosmic boogie rattles the ether, twinkling like a sequined revenant.  

7. **"Alive, Not Dead" - Art**  
   Obscurity’s revenge. Art—pre-Spooky Tooth—jangles through the graveyard of lost psych relics, flicking peace signs at oblivion.  

8. **"Forbidden Planet (2024 Remaster)" - Dan Lacksman**  
   Space-age bachelor-pad paranoia. Sci-fi synth burbles that soundtrack the moment when the Martian cocktail hits and the walls start whispering.  

**Verdict:**  
A mutant pastiche of retro-futurism, glam wreckage, and high-concept rock dementia. It’s a fevered mash note to the idea that rock 'n' roll is a time machine powered by delusion and volume. Lou Toad, wherever you are—raise a glass to the electric ghosts.