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OUT OF BREACH
(Manchester’s Revenge)
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More celebrity-obsessed than those snaggleteeth ’cross the pond, Mu bitch out Hollywood’s freak show way better than we do — in far worse English, and with far less tact. Poor Michael Jackson gets "You stoopid beetch!", "You a fake muthafucka!", and "Suck my deeek!" before Mu afford him a Brechtian defense: it’s "all to make a fake story," says Mu-J. The blow jabs sound more tailored to 2004’s favorite four-megapixel slut, Paris Hilton, but — wait for it — she gets her own track too. Her slinky minimal house number is stuffed with choked chicken gawks and shake-ya-body-bodys, then Mu skip straight to the loo: Paris’s "Would you like to look at my sex tape?" is followed by a string of snarky insults starting with "natural beauty" and ending with "ANIMAL!" The track could put her in tears. The rest of Out of Breach jumps around in its topics — "Tiger Bastard" rips into their former label, Tigersushi; "Throwing Up" addresses anorexia and nouveau disgust — and in its music, too (blues pastiche on "So Weak People," j-pop cabaret on "Like a Little Bitch"). Through it all, Mu play that vicious-outsider card reserved more for psycho-folkies than for left-field house acts. They’re too outlandish to take at face value, and a little too prescient.
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