Which is where our man Liam Lynch comes
in. “Whatever” isn’t an off-the-cuff dismissal:
it’s an outright rejection of everything. Which is exactly
what “United States of Whatever,” Lynch’s single,
is; and, in the process, it’s an enormous wet kiss on the cheek
of anything in the whole sorry world that doesn’t cry out to
Heaven for somebody to say “whatever!” to it, loudly
and in public. “Whatever” is what you say after you’ve
concluded that people who say “whatever” are assholes
but that there’s no point in complaining about it. (Note: it
is patently the case that the people who already said “whatever” before
you came to your precious conclusion warrant a big, screaming “whatever!” to
which they themselves will respond “whatever!” only theirs
is hollow and yours is not.) There’s nothing I can tell you
about “United States of Whatever” that the single doesn’t
say for itself: that’s part of its charm. It is explicit. It
is total. It is complete.
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