Swedish rap artists realPfft continue to release questionably weird shite on their label. Övningskör means “Student driver” in English.
Anything more than 2 years old pre-dates A.I. Reaching into their archive, this instrumental is from 2021.
This is what happens when a jazz combo becomes overcaffeinated on the way to the auto shop. Love the sound of the air hose!
Sommarlåt, A Summer Song. After three months of sunny days, music maestro Mutte Fjutt complements his artistic urges with AI tools. Lyrics by way of Gemini. The muscular melody, no-nonsense troubadour and the orchestration all come from riffusion.
The future we predicted on October 22, 2023 has already arrived, turning rappers realPfft into a production unit. With endless possibilities, they risk losing their souls.
Sommarlåt
Se, käre Mollberg, huru dagen gryr så säll!
Vid Öregrunds strand, där vinden leker så snäll
Och solens första strålar kysser vågens kam
Du sitter väl nu med en punsch, så skön och varm?
Jag ser dig för min inre syn, du glade bror
Med hatt på sned och blick som drömmar gror
Kanske en sillbit dignar på din tallriksrand
Och doften sprider sig kring hav och land
Hör fiskmåsen skrika sin hesa sommarlåt!
Den vittnar om en roddtur i en eka så grå
Där strömming fångas, silverglänsande och kall
Och sedan steks vid strandens vindskyddsmurfall
Ach, Öregrund, du lilla idylliska pärla
Där tiden tycks stå stilla som en sömnig säl!
Dina gränder trånga, dina hus så små
Inbjuder till en lunk där ingen jäkt kan nå
Där skutor gungar stilla vid sin kaj
Och gamla gubbar spottar ut sitt snusvaj
Där unga flickor med blommor i sitt hår
I dansen svävar när sommarnatten står
Förgät, min vän, all världens tunga strid!
Här råder endast ro och evig frid
Så töm din bägare och låt fiolen ljuda
Ty Öregrund bjuder in till att all sorg förbjuda!
Lev väl, min Mollberg, tills vi åter ses!
Vid Öregrunds salta vågor, bland fjärilars bless
Och minns att glädjen bor i det enkla, det lilla
Som en sommardag i Öregrund, så skön och stilla
“Some beach” is New Jersey slang for “Son of a bitch.”
Mutte Fjutt continues his experiments in A.I. He had Gemini write the lyrics, a lament over endless surf music. Then he had Suno create the country-western music and crooner Ricky Singer. With Clive producing and Mutte mixing, the peculiar bells and whistles of still another realPfft production remain front and center.
Artwork by Kuny.
Some Beach
Woke up this morning, sun in the sky
Turnin’ on the radio, let out a sigh
Thought I’d get some rock, maybe some soul
But then I heard a falsetto, losing all control
No more Beach Boys, turn it down low
Sick of the surfing, sand and sun glow
Brian Wilson’s harmonies, they used to be grand
But now it’s just static, throughout the whole land
“Good Vibrations,” yeah, I used to agree
But now every time, it’s just torment to me
“Surfin’ U.S.A.,” I’ve heard it a million times
Can’t escape the doldrums or these tired old rhymes
No more Beach Boys, turn it down low
Sick of the surfing, sand and sun glow
Brian Wilson’s harmonies, they used to be grand
But now it’s just static, throughout the whole land
No more Beach Boys, turn it down low
Sick of the surfing, sand and sun glow
Brian Wilson’s harmonies, they used to be grand
But now it’s just static, throughout the whole land
I appreciate the classics, truly I do
But a modern rotation, that’s what I’m looking for, too
Give me something fresh, something new and profound
Not the same old surf anthems, all over town
No more Beach Boys, turn it down low
Sick of the surfing, sand and sun glow
Brian Wilson’s harmonies, they used to be grand
But now it’s just static, throughout the whole land
So if you’re a DJ, listening to my plea
Change up the playlist, set the airwaves free
No more Beach Boys, please, for the sake of my ear
Turn that dial, make the music clear!
This is the THIRD TIME since its creation in November 2019 that my blog showcases the realPfft chestnut “Influence Peddling?”
God help us! The Biden clan strikes again. Whenever anyone during the next four years criticizes the Trump administration for being a cesspool of corruption— blah blah blah— they’ll get a side-eye and the two-word response “Hunter Biden.”
A real piece of work, President Joe Biden— the gift that keeps on giving— has pardoned his son Hunter, a major league screw-up who pleaded guilty to nine federal tax charges and was convicted of three felony counts for lying on a federal firearms application.
Ouch!
To quote Google: “In the U.S. criminal tax case against Hunter Biden, prosecutors allege he accepted payments from Romanian businessman Gabriel Popoviciu to influence U.S. government agencies regarding a criminal probe in Romania. Hunter Biden has pleaded guilty on September 5, 2024 to tax evasion and related charges.”
Why the president has the power to grant pardons has always been a total mystery to me. Yes, Article II, Section 2, Clause 1 of the Constitution assigns the president the power to “grant Reprieves and Pardons for Offenses against the United States, except in Cases of Impeachment,” but it just invites cronyism and corruption.
Even making allowances for the questionable paintings which Hunter created and sold for $1.5 million or the $6.5 million in loans which he received from Joe Biden buddy Kevin Morris, the smell of corruption hangs heavy over Hunter’s actions.
And now his daddy has pardoned him! Well, fuck me! Yes, Joe is a doddering old cuss, but he does have a staff— and his wife Jill— who one assumes are reasonably clear-headed. The optics are so effing terrible, there are no words strong enough to express the public disgust and condemnation.
I know that Joe is vain and wants his place in the history books, but I don’t know if “hopelessly corrupt old geezer” is the label he most desires.
Congrats to the Demoncrats as they hit still another stinkeroo outta the ballpark!
BEATLES time! When Paul and Ringo, the last two of the Fab Four, released their latest (and last?) Beatles single “Now and Then”— featuring the ghost of John Lennon on vocal— fanboys Mutte & Clive in realPfft felt inspired. Mutte composed his take on the Beatles’ music while Clive donned his bowler hat. Say wot?
“Wow and When” follows the Liverpool lads from their early days playing the clubs and hawking their songs into the drug-fueled era of Sgt. Pepper, the yoga-influenced White Album and ending with the headaches and heartbreak during the documentary filming of the “Let It Be” album. As Paul said during the recording sessions, “It’s like ah’s. You’ll get it!”
Wow and When Lyrics
One, two, three, four
You’re listening to the World Service
The mayor is very excited to welcome the boys
They sing and they dance, fully clothed
That’s the way of it
Playing the cloob
Nyes, the boys… the band…
Fresh-faced boys playing music
Yes, that’s them. They’re clothed in suits
Stiff upper lip
They live on cheese butties and mustard bangers
Some say it’s rock & roll, others say it’s rhythm & blues
A fine line between the two
It’s dead easy, y’know. It’s like ah’s… You’ll get it
Not to worry, they’ll be toppermost of the poppermost
Sorry, ye cann go in thar, the fahr marshall says there’s 300 birds in the cloob
Hey, all!
Then they’re riding around in a Mick motorcar
Aye, ridin’ around in the van
Yes-s-s and why not?
Sorry, gulls, he’s no longer available
Yes, he’s all tied up in knots over tying the knot
Rooty tooty Judy
She says she doesn’t understand what they’re doing half the time
Swinging London
Say, wot?
Aye, Abbey Road forever!
I’ve got blisters on me fingers!
Welcome to the world of AI-generated sights and sounds! The Suno music app at Microsoft Copilot— based on the prompt “Create a song about a broken tooth”— generated a complete track, including a British Jamaican singer, musical accompaniment and lyrics. Sweet! The boys added a mad dentist on the left and a female dental assistant on the right.
Graphic artist Kuny used Bing Image Creator DALL-E for the artwork. Prompt: “Show a handsome man and woman kissing.” AI rules!
That was in March 2024. Never satisfied, Mutte & Clive decided on a glorious meltdown of a remix, incorporating Clive’s London narrator sitting in his fave armchair reciting a limerick about a pirate on the high seas and his pet parrot Meanie. “Squawk! Pieces of eight!” Lesson learned: Never let a live parrot into a recording studio.
Not to be outdone, Kuny solarized the record cover.
Love that funky music!
Kev
My Broken Tooth (Remix)
It tasted blood on my tongue
When our lips collided, something came undone
A rush of pain, a moment’s hesitation
But I couldn’t resist the thrill of your sensation (ooh-yeah)
You left a piece of you in my broken tooth
A bittersweet reminder of our reckless youth
Every time I smile, I’m reminded of the past
But I wouldn’t change a thing, those memories last (yeah-yeah-yeah)
There once was a pirate on the high seas
Who brought world commerce to its knees
Ruthless and toothless
His gums were quite useless
Like a fool he lived on gruel
While his parrot named Meanie
Feasted on papaya and zucchini
Space man, space jam, space bum, space bump, space chum, space chump, space ball, space bail, space hall, space hail, space joy, space jail, space maul, space mail. A favorite child has many names.
As a rap band, realPfft uses funk as a go-to. Busy with other musical styles, sooner or later they always return to funk. Their only album is titled “realPfft Does Jazz Funk.”
In April 2021, they released “Speed Hump.” In August 2021, it was time for “Timewarp,” one of their most popular songs. Experimenting with artificial voices in October 2022 resulted in “Sunglasses.” These dudes love that funky music.
Sometimes three or four elements in a song are ready, but the track refuses to gel. Faced with that prob while working on a remix, Mutte took a week off and created “Space Funk.”
“This is our best song yet,” insist Mutte and Clive, which is nice to hear. Our music distributor doesn’t always understand us and our radio outlet is a dry gulch, but I like to keep the boys satisfied.
Sweden’s rap duo realPfft churns out another hit!
Poetry for grown-ups, “Worry Wart” marries soul music with comic memories, before relentlessly veering into current events.
If you like playlists and similar tunes, Worry Wart’s genres are Philly Soul, Amapiano and Lo-Fi Hip Hop. Finally, some interesting genres!
A reaction to the dramatic female singers currently dominating the charts, at 72 BPM, the track features a calm male vocal and his peppy girlfriend. Who finishes his sentences.
A throwback to Ed Ames’s “Who Will Answer?” and Johnny Sea’s “Day for Decision,” the track fills a void in today’s pop music scene. Or maybe that’s aiming a little high.
Music maestro Mutte Fjutt in Uppsala, Sweden and punk rocker Clive Flatenbad—a k a rap duo realPfft— continue their odyssey through the world of AI-generated sights and sounds.
Mutte accessed the Suno music app at Microsoft Copilot, using the prompt: “Create a song about a broken tooth.” AI generated a complete track— music, lyrics and singing voice— even if the music was fuzzy, the vocal only 37 seconds long and the singer forgot some of the lyrics. Mutte deconstructed the music and re-recorded it, adding flourishes, solos and final mix.
Graphic artist Kuny used Bing Image Creator DALL-E for the artwork. Prompt: “Show a handsome man and woman kissing.” AI rules!
Since March 2018, Mutte and Clive have been grinding out their quirky version of hit music. They started their collaboration doing political satire and have branched out from there into rap, hip hop, rock, pop, R&B, soul, jazz, bebop, K-pop and whatever else tickles their funny bone. “Everything we do is comedy,” insists Clive.
Sweden is joining NATO (my old stomping ground), Donald Trump is up for re-election, there’s heartache in Ukraine and headache in Gaza. Extreme weather plagues the planet and mass extinction looms on the horizon. Rarely have we been more in need of a laugh. Love that funky music!
Kev
My Broken Tooth
It tasted blood on my tongue
When our lips collided, something came undone
A rush of pain, a moment’s hesitation
But I couldn’t resist the thrill of your sensation (ooh-yeah)
You left a piece of you in my broken tooth
A bittersweet reminder of our reckless youth
Every time I smile, I’m reminded of the past
But I wouldn’t change a thing, those memories last (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Taking his inspiration from Mason Williams’ April 1968 hit song “Classical Gas,” Mutte Fjutt in the Swedish rap duo realPfft has created his own symphonic pop instrumental. It’s a classic.
In 1967, the same Mason Williams created an art installation titled “Bus.” A life-size color photograph of a Greyhound bus in 1:1 scale, this unusually large poster mural measures 10 feet by 36 feet. It consists of 16 sheets of silkscreened billboard paper which three people taped together using double-sided Scotch tape. Williams said it took nine man-hours to tape together each copy. Produced in a numbered, limited edition of 200, each one sold in a specially designed and printed cardboard box.
In celebration of Williams’ concrete art, Kuny, who does realPfft’s cover art, designed, photographed and labeled his “Classic” box, as seen above. Dimensions: 4 inches in height by 5 ½ inches wide by 3 ½ inches deep. Signed prints are available.
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