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The sonics on 'Minotaur' (the first single and opening track from Bulk Bogan's sophomore slam selection Suplex) summon up visions of it's namesake - subterranean sub-bass rumbles moving air and shaking Earth, accented by torturous lamentations ladden with labyrinthian reverberations. The lyrics however, speak from the perspective Theseus, the human slayer of the Bull of Crete, who triumphed over the unnatural abomination with the assistance of Ariadne and a ball of navigation-assisting wool. This metaphor was extended (quite some way) to describe a collection of experiences that guitarist / vocalist Fluffy Von Fluffz experienced when grappling with toxic masculinity in a labouring workplace while freelancing in the throes of late capitalism and "living the dream". They share their thoughts on the bad vibes which was the genesis of 'Minotaur':
"I was working some unforgiving hours in an unforgiving field for an unforgiving number of days in a row during busy season and I noticed myself clashing with one particular individual more then seemed situationally standard. I always thought of them as "bull headed" and thus associated them with being a minotaur and envisioned myself as Theseus, driving a sword down their proverbial throat. Thankfully, in the long time it took for this song to be written, recorded and released, this person seems to have found their own ball of thread and escaped the labyrinth of negativity which was holding them captive for some time. Perhaps you too can find some catharsis during these troubled times in this reinterpreted underdog rising tale. Perhaps you can sit in front of some loud as speakers while it's playing and feel at ease with feeling uneasy."
lyrics
These scars on my hand,
And for what? You bull of a man.
These scars on my soul,
Just for the privilege to toil.
These scars on my hand
Just for the pleasure to fill your demand.
These scars on my face
All of my blood and sweat misplaced.
These scars on my hand,
Flames of vengeance, beginning to fan,
These scars, on my soul,
Watch as your demise unfolds.
Birthed by the stars, confined to this pit,
Depleted of mercy, not one little bit
Mark all my words, raize all these walls,
You'd best believe, this labyrinth will fall.
Malevolent god, wrought your vile entity?
The one to return you, to the Inferno is me.
The sword of Aegis, rammed down your throat,
A comeuppance of ages, not another word wrote.
These scars on my hands
And for what? You bull of a man.
These scars on my soul
As reprisal takes it toll.
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