A few weeks ago a friend and I were discussing, while driving, what songs we think are the angriest ever written. This was precipitated by a car cutting me off in which I yelled obscenities out the window. So, after throwing out some ditties of spit and bile from our music memory (mine is miniscule) the conversation turned then to who could spew forth anger better in music…guys or girls. “Guys.” he said, “Girls,” I said.
After an hour or two of trading songs on our IPods as the miles rolled away, and me arguing the merits of “a woman scorned” and the movement of “angry chick music,” we actually came to a decision that: anger in music, as in most things, is a perfectly balanced display of gender free angst.
We did agree on another thing however, that a girl’s anger might linger a bit longer. They never forget! Which is why I find that “angry chick” songs are longer than “angry dude” songs. And, they tend to chart better.
Well, you know what this leads to. My set today will explore the give and give of anger in song balanced exactly between male and female. That way, you can decide for yourselves. By the end of the two hours in which we listen to songs about everything from a mean shop owner to consumerism to love (mostly it’s about love – or jilted lovers that is) we will be so ready to have Ntropy lift us up a bit.
Don’t worry; sometimes the anger is so amazingly rabid that we will laugh at it. And yes, expect a rather uncensored and explicit rating. We should count how often the F-bomb is uttered.