Where to even start with this, other than “wow.”
Chicago’s BrBra Bush came out of nowhere.
The album kicks off with title track, “Blowie, Pt. I,” complete with chunky bass, heavenly organ, and serenading high-pitched vocals that border on demonic. Following is “Hunny Gotta Heinie,” a song celebrating big ol’ butts. In “Hunny Gotta Heinie,” BrBra Bush goes off on tangents, always returning to the song’s backbone: “big ol’ butt.”
There are a few fun nuggets on Blowie Pt. I like “Everybodysad” and “This is the Wrong Towel.” Those quick and silly songs are balanced out by longer, funkier jams like “Ladyface” and “Handfull of Grass, and the Other Grabbin’ Ass.” And then, sitting even outside of those ends of the spectrum, is “Bone-in,” a three-and-a-half minute electronic jam that’s almost entirely drum machine and synth.
In between all of that, there are some hella crunchy sax solos and rapped stanzas (courtesy of Melo) squeezed in throughout the album. It might sound like there’s a lot going on here—and there is—but for as wild as this album is, it’s not overwhelming in the least. Rather, it’s surprisingly balanced, easy to digest and, most importantly, fun.
This album’s for all the weirdos out there (and ’70s Funkadelic fans)—basically all the people who just want to have fun with music and not think too deeply about the lyricism or intrinsic meaning of songs. Blowie‘s songs are about smoking, butts, and Domino’s pizza. They’re all pitch-shifted to the point of ridiculousness, and they’re all a trip.
In under twenty minutes, you’ll have blown through the entire album, and undoubtedly have some funky hooks bouncin’ around your noggin. If you’re anything like me, they’re gonna be stuck in there for a while, so you might as well put the album on for one more spin.