Neckbeard Deathcamp - One Party System

Two more songs from the satirical anti-bedroom-reich project, which has become increasingly infamous more for its mastermind’s obnoxiousness on Twitter than for anything related to the band’s music. While campaigning against and doing part to maintain the overall societal aversion to fascism is a noble cause, much of what Neckbeard Deathcamp and the anti-fascist social circles they’re in do is largely overzealous and borderline counterproductive, weakening the position of their cause by attributing fascist sympathies where they aren’t and extrapolating Nazism through bounding leaps in reasoning. Again, I appreciate the gung-ho attitude to give the proper shame to the side of metal that does promote fascism, but it’s become almost a witch crusade with the attempts to stamp out fascism where it isn’t, which is fortunate in a way because that subculture in metal is thankfully a very small one.
When I reviewed the breakout debut album last year, I appreciated the mockery through imitation of the ugly Nazi-sympathizing minority group of black metal. The music was intentionally shitty, the lyrics purposely unintelligible, and the comedic direction completely valid. I have not listened to that album since, because it’s a joke, and it was meant to sound terrible; again, I appreciate a joke, but I don’t know why anyone wants that shit on vinyl.
That said, these two new songs are a significant improvement from garbage to decent. The first of the two, “FREEZE PEACH”, takes a less joking angle and goes for genuine sardonic lyrical aggression (even though it is still impossible to discern without reading), and it actually does so rather well. The lines “ I GET YOU CAN’T TELL / YOU’RE WEARING A COLLAR / OR THE LENGTH OF THE CHAIN / WHEN YOU SIT BY THE POST” providing a play on the double-meanings of “post” and “chain” as the objects of a captive dog’s confinement and as the means through which a certain U.S. president makes an ass of himself on Twitter for his ardent admirers to repeatedly and unquestionably defend. Ending with the message of “TRY FREEDOM ON / FOR THE FIRST TIME IN / YOUR FUCKING LIFE”, it’s a quick and well-pointed criticism of the voluntary intellectual enslavement so many of Trump’s supporters have given themselves into by refusing to acknowledge his failures out of stubbornness to admit being wrong. Sonically, it’s actually much less tinny than the debut, and actually captures a strong cavernous presence, albeit with not a whole lot else creatively, but again, I’ll let it slide because this is still a joke project, as the next track reminds us.
The tongue-in-cheek-named “THOTCRIME” is sonically about the same as the song before it and therefore almost entirely indistinguishable as another song, but with the lyrics being written as a one-sided exchange of a thirsty incel toward an e-girl, because that’s what we deserve in 2019. Repeats of “HEY” ensue until the incel speaker of the poem, frustrated, lashes out at the silence of the e-girl’s unresponsiveness, calling her a “FAT UGLY BITCH” and threatening to kill her and report her premium snapchat to the IRS before coming back down from his rage-fest with a divinely flirtatious “HEY :3”.
Like a deepfried meme getting less deepfried/10

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