Widow City by The Fiery Furnaces
You know that scene from Rent where that batshit woman gives her anti-corporate speech in the middle of a junkyard?
Remember how her nonsensicality was borderline maniacal, but in a stream-of-consciousness kind of way remained coherent enough to not be complete utter gibberish?
The Fiery Furnaces is that woman.
And don’t forget the imaginary map
Of the Manifestations of Murder-Making
Owned by the undertaker’s office
(Otherwise known as the Cadaverous Cosmeticians)
Local # DEAD-AS-A-DOORNAIL in a church mouse’s chin.
Or so said the birth-chart I sent away to New Mexico for.
It was made by a special commission of Navajo basketball coaches and blonde ladies
If you imagine the Dirty Projectors' complete disregard of musical coherence were combined with the enthusiasm and chemistry of The New Pornographers, you get a pretty good idea of what Widow City sounds like.