Amanda Palmer, last I heard, was still Neil Gaiman’s wife, but I haven’t followed that as closely as I would have about 10 years ago. Before she married him, she was in a neo-cabaret duo known as The Dresden Dolls. Except that cabaret doesn’t quite describe them — they are hard to categorize. And, Amanda is apt to make a sailor blush with some of her lyrics and language — she holds nothing back in terms of words or subject matter (this is your trigger warning if you don’t like uncensored, unflowery lyrics full of real life and f-offs to probably skip listening to anything by the Dresden Dolls, not just the linked tune for the day).
I was going to post First Orgasm from the same album, which is an amusing and sad song at the same time, but decided that it really didn’t show off the duo’s talents as songwriters. That song can be particularly difficult for first-timers to see that the dissonance in singing and chord choices is intentional and not a product of being lazy or bad musicians.
Instead, you get more of one of their “F-off with your opinions” songs. Backstabber is more fun in ways (a “to the hell with you, you jerk” song), and a little more accessible — but I didn’t want to gloss their rough feel so much as needed by offering up that.
She’s the kind of girl who gets her slings and arrows from the dumpster.
The kind who tells you she’s bipolar just to make you trust her.
She’s the kind of girl who leaves out condoms on the bedroom dresser,
Just to make you jealous of the men she fucked before you met her.