Monday, April 19, 2021

Nothin' but mammals

Would it surprise you to know that one of the proximate inspirations for my previous post, "Satan divided against himself," was the Bloodhound Gang song "The Bad Touch"?


My wife, bless her heart, is something of a Maroon Five fan. (Like I can talk, right?) The other day she was listening to "Animals," which begins thus and continues in more or less the same vein.

Baby I'm preying on you tonight
Hunt you down eat you alive
Just like animals, animals
Like animals-mals

And I thought, "You know, this is like what 'The Bad Touch' would be in an alternate universe where Jimmy Pop was -- as Bugs Bunny might have put it -- a maroon." The same basic idea, minus the wit.

So I got up YouTube and listened to "The Bad Touch." Then I listened to it again, and again, and -- oh, probably about a dozen times in two or three days. And I thought, "What am I doing? What on earth is making me want to keep listening to this vulgar, sophomoric dreck?" And then I realized that what was driving me was an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia for a more wholesome time.

Let me repeat that: This crass-to-the-max four-minute dirty joke about doing it like they do on the Discovery Channel filled me with nostalgia for a more wholesome time. How I wish I could go back and report this observation to the people of 1999! What could they possibly make of it? "The Bad Touch" must surely have seemed at the time like the nadir of music's descent into garbage.

I say "must surely" because I wasn't there, not really. I was a homeschooled Mormon kid who grew up in the country, and when we occasionally dusted off the TV it was only to watch PBS. In 1999, when "The Bad Touch" was released, I was a missionary in Utah and didn't know anything about it. So my nostalgia's not for this song specifically, as if I used to listen to it all the time in junior high or something. Pop culture nostalgia's not really a thing for me. I never even watched the Discovery Channel! It's just a feeling that the culture that produced it was a much more wholesome culture than the one in which we now live.

Trying to understand that feeling, I zeroed in on the line "You and me, baby, ain't nothin' but mammals." The message of the song, while evil, is at least organic -- the natural man, return to monke. It is like a modern song in that it makes no pretense of being about "love" (except "the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket"), but conspicuous by its absence is any hint of the robot/alien/androgyne aesthetic, any overt reference to Satanism or blood sacrifice, any winking allusions to secret societies or MK-ULTRA mind control. It's just some dudes being jackasses -- being mammals -- and having fun. When was the last time mainstream evil was fun?

"You and me," baby? Speak for yourself!

(Incidentally, remember when every pop song was about love? Didn't it seem like that was something that would always be true? Even Aldous Huxley didn't imagine a dystopia without that.)

Scrolling through the comments on YouTube for "The Bad Touch," I find that a lot of them are saying how a song like this could never be released today, that people would find it far too offensive. Someone even said the lyrics "would make Cardi B blush" -- you know, Cardi B, who sings "Wet-Ass Pussy." Keep in mind that "The Bad Touch" is much less explicitly obscene than contemporary music, and that the only word they had to bleep out in the "clean" version was "doggy." But it's still true: people would be offended if it were released today. Doing it like they do on the Discovery Channel has too much of nature in it, too much of creation. Evil has moved on. Ahriman is the flavor du jour.

Of course, it's even more obvious that "The Bad Touch" could never have been released in, say, the 1950s. It represents a particular stage in the development of evil, in the gradual unfolding of les fleurs de mal. It came, it went, and it's gone. There will be no return to monke. Sorath is the future.

"Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about" -- in retrospect "Party Like It's 1999" has taken on a whole new meaning.

5 comments:

Bruce Charlton said...

Perhaps having been a traditional medical student did it; but I am a fan of this kind of 'smut' when it is done well (as here, pretty much). The idea is that everything should be self-consistently rude, yet always deniable.

The 'metaphor', whether verbal or visual, should be coherent both in an 'innocent' and also a smutty fashion. You get this is some English folk songs - e.g. those about a 'cuckoo's nest' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rC61BGGsP2o or whatever https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYaBsLcnoz0 .

The main 'problem' with the Bloodhound Gang video is that they lack a mischievous twinkle in the eye - so it looks as if they might be making a dead serious proposal.

This ironic twinkle is seen in the Zucker brothers movies with Leslie Nielson. This scene is a particular favourite from the Naked Gun 2.5 (PG 13) - this had me in tears of laughter first time I saw it, and still evokes a belly laugh.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4uLZAvdCU0

Sean G. said...

As a public-schooled heathen I listened to this song and the album it was on quite a bit in highschool and in my early 20's. Every song they do is smut comedy (They have a song called "A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When the Stripper Is Crying). I tried listening again after reading this and, though I do still occasionally listen to trash from my formative years, I couldn't get through this one. One part caught my ear though, that uncharacteristically wasn't even trying to be funny:

Life is and aimless drive,
that you take alone.
Might as well enjoy the ride,
take the long way home.

That sums up luciferic motivations pretty well, I think.

Matthew T said...

*And then I realized that what was driving me was an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia for a more wholesome time.*

Oh my, I'm going to blow your mind, WJT, and tell you that I've recently been listening to the same song, for the same reasons! Synchronicity with a ribald sense of humour?

@BC - I never understood the culture of "smut" in the context of medical education, it always seemed to me incongruous with the professionalism we were supposed to uphold. I'm sure I'm missing something.

Bruce Charlton said...

@MT - " I never understood the culture of "smut" in the context of medical education"

I think it is perhaps an aspect of needing doctors to be imperturbable.

This is, I believe, a primary requirement - without which the medical virtues cannot be implemented. Many of the situations for the practice of medicine are so shocking, disgusting or plain scary that untrained people cannot function.

Of course this can become insensitivity and 'hardness' - or inability to empathize - yet it is so important that sometimes these are prices worth paying. e.g. One of the very best surgeons I knew was totally lacking in the meanest social graces and ordinary courtesy - from a kind of insensibility. Those who worked with him had to 'cover' for him, and serve as go-betweens.

Yet he was the best surgeon of his type in the region, worked *incredibly* hard, and probably did more good for more people than anyone else. It was a price worth paying.

In his case this was probably innate; but all doctors need to be able to 'do what is necessary' whatever the situation - and I feel that much of a traditional medical education was actually about making this possible for more normal people.

Wm Jas Tychonievich said...

@Bruce

Makes sense. Cops and military men are also notoriously fond of dirty jokes, perhaps for similar reasons.

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