Jodie Langford ne vient pas pour te caresser dans le sens du poil. Avec S.T.B.Y (Sucks To Be You), la figure de proue de la scène de Hull balance un missile électro-punk taillé pour les clubs moites et les dancefloors qui sentent la bière renversée. La prod signée par son acolyte Endoflevelbaddie est un mélange de beats sombres, de basses sales et de crochets électro-indus qui te collent une envie irrépressible de hocher la tête comme un pigeon sous amphètes.
Jodie Langford balance S.T.B.Y, un brûlot électro-punk inspiré par John Cooper Clarke
Le texte ? Un hommage punk et goguenard au poème Twat de John Cooper Clarke. Pas besoin d’avoir un ennemi juré pour gueuler des insanités avec style : Langford transforme les irritations du quotidien (oui, y compris les tupperwares pleins de sauce tomate oubliés dans l’évier) en punchlines assassines. Le tout avec cette voix mi-rap, mi-hurlement, qui passe des sarcasmes au pur défouloir en deux mesures.
C’est donc extrait de son premier album Softly Spoken (24 octobre chez Warren Records) et ça envoie du bois.
Lyrics :
You’re like a bolognese stain on a plastic container
You are the first scuff on a brand new trainer
A pathetic slogan on a nice looking jumper
You are a burnt tongue because of a sip of a cuppa
An empty carton of milk that was put back in the fridge
You’re a long bus ride with a screaming kid
You’re an instant noodle that’s dried to the bowl
But I heard someone say you’re alright though
The equivalent of a Saturday supermarket queue
I can’t think of anyone as irritating as you
You’re a white cat hair on a pretty black dress
You just get everywhere you’re a freaking pest
You’re getting under my skin
Under my skin
You’re getting under my skin
Under my skin
You’re getting under my skin
Under my skin
Getting under my skin
STBY, sucks to be you
STBY, sucks to be you
STBY, sucks to be you
It’s what you do and what you say and what you say and what you do
STBY, sucks to be you
STBY, sucks to be you
STBY, sucks to be you
It’s what you do and what you say and what you say and what you do
As unstable as my wi-fi connection
Pitiful like a post-party erection
You need a map, you’ve got no direction
You’re far off perfection, you’re far off affection
Making me uncomfortable just like trapped wind
Sour like juice at the bottom of a bin
You’re a teenager’s bedroom, just a big mess
A baked bean on a clean white vest
A self-checkout that can’t do its job
A piece of spinach that’s stuck in my gob
You’re urine on a toilet seat
A faulty item with no receipt
I heard them say you’re nice to meet but I really don’t believe it
You’re soup splatters in the microwave
That you say you’ll clean another day
You’re a delayed train
You take the mick
To be fair, you’re just a massive *****
You’re getting under my skin
Under my skin
You’re getting under my skin
Under my skin
You’re getting under my skin
Under my skin
Getting under my skin
STBY, sucks to be you
STBY, sucks to be you
STBY, sucks to be you
It’s what you do and what you say and what you say and what you do
STBY, sucks to be you
STBY, sucks to be you
STBY, sucks to be you
It’s what you do and what you say and what you say and what you do
