This isn't music that's interested in earning your approval—it's mainly concerned with reveling in the grimy and transgressive weirdness of itself. It is also frequently gorgeous, but there's a darkness and an urgency to it that reflects queer experiences more honestly than the structured glamor of a pop anthem is really capable of. These songs exist outside the boundaries of conventional expectation, and the less stock you put in those expectations the more you love and admire the music for being itself, and for being different and spectacular and strange. It's hard to imagine anything more queer than that.
"I turn from God
Slick with rot
Thick as Vaseline"
