P.A.R.T.S.
FEiN 2017: purpose visible thirty miles away, tower and terrace greed: compromise is for the poor; New Orleans parade bridge into late-stage capitalism and octatonic scale.
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ISRC TCACZ1712970 (soundexchange)
FEiN single (2017, ℗ Tiny Giant), co-written by Luke Francis Walton and Brandon Michael Woodward. Mixed and mastered by Frank Rosato. Post-Little Homes 2017 cluster with LOVED, It’s Alright, Fear, and All Mine. Fresh Beats 365 called it the duo’s weirdest yet: melody through the centre, occasional funk guitar, otherwise a landslide of everything you’ve come to expect modulated through sonic fuckery.
Development as religion, want as campaign. The skyline rises into the ever-looming void to make more room to store your new vehicle, and the refrain lands like policy: compromise is for the under-achieving poor. Even the candidate’s pitch undercuts itself, maybe I missed the point believing in it all.
The bridge (~2:26) is one of Walton’s favorites in the catalog: New Orleans parade energy marching into late-stage capitalism, a heavy sound-design collage that reaches into the octatonic (diminished) scale, the symmetric scale he later unpacked on Love Music More: My favorite scale: the Octatonic (Sep 2021). Bodies become inventory (hurry put their parts on ice) and the opening vantage returns as collapse-tourism: we’ll watch our tower fall / and take a holiday. FEiN maximalism at its most structurally unhinged. It sits with American Man (national male want) and #Grownupz (never growing up) as an American-appetite song, but P.A.R.T.S. is the production-forward freakout.
Written by Luke Francis Walton and Brandon Michael Woodward (FEiN). Produced and recorded at Tiny Giant Recording. Mixed and mastered by Frank Rosato.
Lyrics
Purpose is visible from 30 miles away Concrete expands additional, vertical Working our way into the ever-looming void Making more room to store your new vehicle Compromise is for the under-achieving poor Honey I need that paper Baby I want that 24 Can't stand a lowered carrot The hell do you think I'm running for? Honey I need that terrace Baby I want my room to grow Maybe I'll never have it Maybe that ain't the point at all Maybe I'll never have it Maybe I'll never have it Maybe I missed the point believing in it all Shaking foundation Problematic, unforseen Silence becomes our only way to proceed Dying by the dozen Hurry put their parts on ice Thirty miles away We'll watch our tower fall And take a holiday Compromise is for the under-achieving poor Sacrifce everyone The bread is worth more Honey I need that paper Baby I want that 24 Can't stand a lowered carrot The hell do you think I'm running for? Honey I need that terrace Baby I want my room to grow Maybe I'll never have it Maybe that ain't the point at all Maybe I'll never have it Maybe I'll never have it Maybe I'll never have it Maybe I missed the point believing in it all Honey I need that paper Baby I want that 24 Can't stand a lowered carrot The hell do you think I'm running for? Honey I need that terrace Baby I want my room to grow Maybe I'll never have it Maybe that ain't the point at all Oh Maybe I'll never have it Maybe I'll never have it Maybe I'll never have it Maybe I missed the point believing in it all