By Jordan Mooney.
Having never heard of Will Wood and the Tapeworms, and with a title so…unpredictable as Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer’s Prosopagnosia as Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus, it felt quite clear that absolutely anything could happen when I clicked this youtube link. And, quite simply, it did.
With a vaudevillian brand of cacophonous anti-folk screaming about pretending to be something you aren’t, the track ponders – very loudly and with very little subtlety – familiarity being given exact replacements out of irrational self-delusion or loss of concept. I shan’t dare to spoil what the title is blabbering on about, but a bit of Google should answer all… (I enjoy psychology jokes.)
The music video seems to build itself of moving canvases – the pretentious art prints you might see in a particularly insipid hipster’s bedroom or a particularly shit vegan coffee shop. Or tattered pieces of Banksy-imitation graffiti in a ‘hip’ sector of New York’s knackered suburbs. It’s a celebration of even the most scorned items of vanity and the contradictions within. And it’s also a pretty fucking funny, hypnotic and wildly destabilising track.
Wildly hedonistic, immoral, self-celebrating and silly, Mr. Capgras would surely be pleased with this all-out fury-laden tribute towards his bizarre skills against the mind…
Now, try not to stare at the jiggling arse or the eyeliner.
What’s that? You can’t look away? Help?
It’s too late, you’re doomed.