"The Comedy Album" is the 13th and most epic Kleenex Girl Wonder record.
26 songs, covering a variety of genres, styles, and production methods, written and recorded over the course of two years, and now available on two slabs of strikingly coloured vinyl (some 'Comedy Blue,' some 'Bazooka Joke Pink').
Featuring guest production from Max Tundra, Saskrotch, and The Hood Internet, plus the usual suspects of Graham Smith, Matt LeMay and Thayer McClanahan.
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…but nobody could tell.
They just don't know her work that well
outside of London.
So all references fail.
She's just another white female –
but it's Lena Dunham!
What, they can't subtitle her show?
I mean it's hardly hyperlocal,
though Lena Dunham
desires not to be universal.
Someone should let her editors know.
“I built an empire out of blood and sweat
and life's little disconnects,
and I ain't finished yet.
I've dealt with my fair share of ignorance
So what's the difference?
I mean, in a bigger sense,
I could be a shitty neighbor or a brilliant fence,
like Lena Dunham.
I thought I had a story to tell.
Now I think maybe I don't.
But also, ‘Hey, what the hell?
What's life but suffering?
I guess she just looks like anyone else.
I mean, I kind of look like her myself –
who, Lena Dunham?!
Oh God I actually totally do!
And wait a minute, why am I totally nude
like Lena Dunham?!
I feel like this could be misconstrued.
I should probably read a few interviews
with Lena Dunham
and learn about her cultural baggage.
I mean, I'm not a fucking savage!
“I watched the liquid dribble down my chest,
wondering ‘God, what next,
another thousand hours of profound regret?
Perhaps a breakdown on set,
or just a pound of flesh
for the dogs or the press?
Or just a long slog to my death?
There must be somethin'...
...if I had a mind like an elephant,
maybe I could fly like a god-damned pelican.
Like, “Hey, I'm just being playfully irreverent
kinda like the time i went on Letterman on mescaline and dexedrine!
So I look a little like a lesbian.
So I read a little too much into instant messages.
So I have a voice and an agenda and I'm not afraid to leverage them.
So I'm belletristic and ephemerally relevant –
no one cares which way the wind blows
until it fucks them.
And in the end, the love you steal
has no connection to what you feel,