It is almost like the popular culture surrounding us. The layers of subject material don’t stop there, as they spiral off of each other making it a fun experience to guess what kind of thoughts may be tackled next. The Fairy and the Devil sounds like a battle between good or evil, while the closing riff of King James implants a rhythmic rebellion in the listener. Buckethead’s emotional consistency is often riddled with layers, either epic or dramatic. The essence of Buckethead’s quirky nature is still there, but is mostly hidden among the many breathtaking instrumentals to behold. The man exerts all of his mind and body onto his guitar and is able to string together seas of emotion and beauty. Though this thought process can be glued to some of his feeble works, what’s listed on Crime Slunk Scene is far from weak. There is often a misconception that Buckethead plays with full emphasis on speed and rhythm instead of poignancy and thought. Buckethead however shines a light on the dirty spectrum and shows what he sees through his guitar. The popular industry covers the real world with a blanket that blinds children into thinking that silver and gold are really the only two things that make people happy.
Bloody streaks of misery and poverty are littered among the absent minded parties hosted by wealthy drones. Sure there is a loving family back at home, but the harsh realization that life is not as glamorous as it is on TV hits harder than you might think. Being part of the average population in a world ran by big business tycoons and slapdash celebrities, all that’s good in the world seems to slowly slip into oblivion before my very eyes.
The subjective thoughts and unrealistic pensions a person goes through are still shrouded in a heavy mist to me, but I still can proclaim that it isn’t a cozy feeling.
Movies dramatize it to death and novels satirically spin jokes off of it. I can’t really explain what it’s like to be in an intensive emotional struggle with life. Then you will realize all your fighting is for nothing.
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