WHY? is absolutely unclassifiable. Sometimes hip-hop, sometimes folk pop... but really the only way to describe them is that they're unlike anyone else. They're just plain weird.
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The thing that keeps me coming back to WHY? is lead singer Yoni Wolf's lyrics. They're expressive and imaginative... laden with imagery, metaphors, and double entendres.
There's no way I could do this band more justice than simply listing off some of my favorite Yoni-isms. It took me actually reading the written verses to realize just how many themes he has incorporated into their work. Love, history, death, adolescence, sex, violence, drugs, religion... just a small list of Yoni's lyrical musings.
Here's a taste (warning, some are NSFW):
i thought i had a pebble in my sock
i pulled it off and shook out a wasp
it stumbled out lost, and without a pause
unstung as i was, still i stomped it
even though i haven't seen you in years,
yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere.
what, does it make me evil? am i a feeble deranged fuck?
cause jesus would and i would not drive the needle exchange truck?
if you grew up with white boys
who only look at black and puerto rican porno
cause they want something that their dad don't got
then you know where you're at
then i wept with my face in your night shirt
trying hard as hell to say 'until death separates us,'
loosening the skin on your breastbone
i painted your nails and you sleep while i write all this down
when i got better from the mumps
yes, my swollen nut and neck shrunk
i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine and coffin rehearsal
your mom she sits while her hair is in curlers
smokes weed and listens to garrison keillor
that's how i'll live when i quit my rap career
let her laughter pass the rafters and go out into the atmosphere
Song of the Sad Assassin
Alopecia (2008)
'i'll suck the marrow out and rape your hollow bones, yoni'
Berkeley by Hearseback
Eskimo Snow (2009)
'these tits not filled with milk, these cold bones wrapped in hunger
like a bundle of sticks in a fire so slow it leaves them unburned, black and yearning'