Her tragedy through the majesty of burns and worms.
The hustle of her soul.
Maybe she’s on to something, but will we listen? Mind blowing indulgence of damaging beats and that clamorous and inducing surge of bass or guitar or both. The greatest appeal – of many – to M.I.A. is the unshakable sensation that this package may not be a fraudulent one.
Allow the opening snare march to capture you. It’s screaming –
I WANT YOUR FUCKING ATTENTION.
HEAR MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM.
Then again, we may revert to type. We’ll tap our feet, sway our head, allowing for more time to half read books and proof read looks.