Matrix Metals - Tanning Salon, part 2
"Tanning Salon, part 2" is a nightmare, or at least the entrance to a sort of Hadean airbrushed sunset beach nightmare-world. This is meant as a compliment. I believe sincerely that if there really were such a place as Margaritaville, a sovereign nation where the Parrotheads offered their prayers to icons of Buffett and paid each other in ground beef (future cheeseburgers) and mixers, and everyone went about--or just existed, really--in a concentrated funk of lethargy punctuated by bursts of gluttony and the pursuit of slow, tanned, gross sex, if such a place were real, I think that "Tanning Salon, part 2" is the sound of the death of that laidback utopia, the winding down even further. This is the song that would play when the UN rescue workers arrived and came upon a scene of bloated, blistered, shirt-unbuttoned corpses lounging on the beach. Crocs nestled pitifully in the sand next to their owners; some pairs housing lively hermit crabs. "It was a beautiful dream," one UN worker says, tears in his eyes. "Too beautiful for this world."[Buy Flamingo Breeze]