"And what if Jesus himself ate my fucking snatch?" Missy Dabice snarls at one point during Mannequin Pussy's "I Got Heaven," spittle flying from behind her teeth. It's a testament to the song's incandescent fury that the line's giddy blasphemy isn't even the most exciting piece of its puzzle. With verses that lurch and slam like a washing machine full of rocks and a fuzzed out, luminescent chorus recalling the best of '90s college rock, "I Got Heaven" is perhaps the most dynamic, skyward song in a consistently ascendant catalogue.
Dabice appoints herself a guardian angel to all those swallowed by the maw of Christian oppression, splitting notions of purity and evangelism down the centre and playing in the guts — "I am spiteful like a god / Seek a vengeance like the rest / For what they did to you / I will never lay to rest," she sings, crusading for those crushed beneath the weight of regression and shame.
The video is nearly as affecting as the song it accompanies — Dabice is cast as a sweaty, whirling witch, terrorizing children and tearing through the corn in ecstatic rage. It's pure release, a dispatch from the very core of feeling.
(Epitaph Records)Dabice appoints herself a guardian angel to all those swallowed by the maw of Christian oppression, splitting notions of purity and evangelism down the centre and playing in the guts — "I am spiteful like a god / Seek a vengeance like the rest / For what they did to you / I will never lay to rest," she sings, crusading for those crushed beneath the weight of regression and shame.
The video is nearly as affecting as the song it accompanies — Dabice is cast as a sweaty, whirling witch, terrorizing children and tearing through the corn in ecstatic rage. It's pure release, a dispatch from the very core of feeling.
