Frosties etc.

2006-07-08T00:53:00.000Z

I like Frosties and I'm not ashamed to admit it. With that in mind, let's look closer at the language used in the lyrics to "They're Going To Taste Great", bearing in mind that the Frosties kid was dabbling in soft drugs at the time of filming the infamous ad.

"They're Going To Taste Great" by That Kid and Tony the Tiger.
Lyrics by Tupac the Tiger.

(That Kid): They're going to taste great.
They're going to taste great.
I can hear the sound of Frosties hitting my plate.

They're going to taste great. Going to taste great. Future tense. If you eat them now, they will taste like baby shit. Let's take on board the context of the ad: it's just gone 8am, and that kid is fucking gobbling Frosties. He's clearly too fucked to care. He's eating Frosties on a plate, for fuck's sake. Not a bowl.

They are going to taste great.
With Tony, your mate.

They are still going to taste great, so its best not to eat any now. Better to wait, like when your dealer Tony is about, and you're both monged off your tits. When the munch kicks in - THATS when they'll truly taste great. That boy is a prophet.

(Tony): Everybody knows Frosties taste great.

Tony has stated that it is now safe to eat Frosties via his wonderful use of the present tense.

(That Kid): Even ladies who wait.
Or a pirate.

Here the boy is referring to prostitution, known in some circles as 'waiting.' He cleverly juxtaposes this grimey imagery (desperation, sexual violence) with the comical pantomime pirate (wooden leg, parrot, eye patch etc). This, combined with emphasis on 'rate', leads the listener to believe he says 'Pie Rape'. So the sexual connotations continue, perhaps hinting at a drug/Frosties fuelled orgy that is about to take place.

And your teenage brother who's out on a date.

The subtle, underlying sexuality of the lyrics become more apparent.

If you live in Oz, mate.
Or the Empire State.

Here, our poetic hero takes us down the line of racial divide. He maintains the stylistic contrasts of the previous stanzas with the binary oppositions of Oz (fictional creatures like Tin Men and wizards, a foreign land - a metaphor for North Korea?) and The Empire State Building, a symbol of American economic stability and wealth. Notice the satire in the video however, where it is the monster who lives in the Empire State. He enjoys Frosties, but still has time to reference the film 'Metropolis' (1927, Dir: Fritz Lang).

Even ladies with personalised number plates.
Or a bloke in a crate.
Well he knows they taste great.

The contrasts keep coming. The wealthy [read: Western, free] female, and the male figure emprisoned in a fucking box. Clearly he is aiming for a justification for slavery. A man is trapped in a crate, and he knows what tastes great - Frosties - but there is no mention of the man in the crate eating any. (Perhaps this is why he previously states they are going to taste great. A kind of 'a priori' about the issue of black inequality. Yet the child is white).

They're going to taste great.
They're going to taste great.
They're going to taste great.
(That Kid & Tony): They're going to taste great.

There's not much going on here, except its worth mentioning that the listener / viewer is left knowing only that they will taste great, but there is no actual time specified as to when this event will be. And hence, the greatest metaphor of all. Just when will our Frosties taste great?

Introductions etc.

2006-07-06T13:37:00.000Z

So this is what blogging feels like. Probably too late for anyone to think this is something radical, and certainly too obscure for anyone to care.

Here's me, by the way, with a new haircut.

But before this becomes a sordid forum about my head growth, I'll change the subject. And there we have it. Yet another reason to not blog. Online vanity. Who is really going to read this, except me, scanning for spelling mistakes?

Well. That concludes episode 1. Tune in next time for more fun etc!

Dan Wong etc.

Frosties etc.

Introductions etc.