This is so freaking cool. Are the 4.7-voters listening to the same song I am? Are you not hearing the creepy-melodic interplay between the vocals and the guitar like I am?

This is so freaking cool. Are the 4.7-voters listening to the same song I am? Are you not hearing the creepy-melodic interplay between the vocals and the guitar like I am?

This tune is definitely an improvement over the other track Bill plays all the time "Seeing Hands".  However an improvement from Sucko Barfo doesn't say much. I just dont understand the appeal this band has to anyone... its too strange.

I'd rather have dengue fever than listen to this again.

Someone push the button that opens the trap door under this girl.

Is that a combo gutar/bass on the album cover?  Cool!

Bill just said introducing this song that the listener's comments of this song is "a bit mixed". At 4.6, a bit mixed? Usually listeners rate songs pretty high, therefore when a song is at 6, I consider that "a bit mixed". At 4.6 on 7/15/11, I consider that not well liked.

I don't know that I'll ever buy this album, but I do appreciate the change of pace when this (or any other DF tracks from this album) comes up on the playlist rotation.

More like Dung Fever

More like Dung Fever

Yes, this has a wonderfully weird vibe... 

I heard a few seconds of it and KNEW...Hey, Dengue Fever must have a new one out!  I actually like them, and maybe it's because I have long been exposed to and love world music, but I also think that there are some good grooves going on there that I hope others will give a chance to grow on them...

I feel compelled to offer some info on a subject that I am passionate about, but like this and other world music, it may require repeated exposure...
DURIANS!

First time to try durians...HOLY CRAP! they STINK!  How do you EAT them? and you hold your nose and watch the Balinese go nuts wolfing it down...and you wonder how they can do it...
Second time...you can smell the Yogyakarta Night Market many kms away...you are determined to get enough in you to see what it's all about...because every Kade, Made, Inyoman and Ketut in Bali TOLD YOU they are "the King of Fruit!" and you notice some subtleties about this anything but subtle thing called a durian, for example: they smell and taste quite a bit like a couple of dead birds stuck in a chimney in the height of summer dissolved with garlic, green onions, and cabbage in a bucket of turpentine and mango juice mixed with a liter of high octane gasoline and saturated in banana-flavored Fleer Bubble Gum extract, among other things...but the AFTER-taste, should you get that far past the gag-reflex (sorry it only comes with repeated practice and inuring oneself to it), now, that's kind of a nutty, kind of tangy, kind of WOW, HEY! thing, and as far as the texture, well, hmm, that's about the creamiest, gooey-est, most finger-licking sticky thing you ever put in your mouth, and it's almost fun to scrape the brain-like greenish yellow stuff off of the big, woody, avocado-seed-like pits in there...but you end up thinking, Nah, well — maybe I just need another crack at these things...but...I mean, good God, how do you ignore the revulsion they spark?  Watch how even dedicated drooling veterans run away when a truly ripe one is breached!  However, see how they circle back in and begin to FIGHT for the biggest gobs they can grab?!
Third time's the charm, indeed...because you actually get enough in you to FEEL IT.  Hot-flashes, whoah, tingling in the face, and a horny Superman on RedBull kind of thing going on; must be the natural fermentation going on inside that big spiky heavy shell that needs gloves and a hatchet to get into — and thank God they ONLY fall from way up at around 7 AM in the morning, otherwise there'd be as many or more dead as coconuts take with them in such parts of the world as they grow in...
and by the third time you're in Bali, or after a month or so in the idyllic village of Juara on Pulau Tioman, well, you can eat 'em by the wheel-barrow load, and you can elbow your way on in to haggle and barter with the old locals, because you know how to tell a strong ripe one from a weak poor-value one — and you can only know by using the same nose that once cringed in horror!
One thing is certain: you want to make sure you have company if you eat a lot of these things...it is a true waste to do it alone! and YES, if there is one true aphrodesiac in this life, durian is IT...ask me if you want a long story about my longest, loneliest day on Tioman that thankfully was turned into the best and most memorable night on Tioman by the arrival of a lovely lass from London at just the right time and that I could not have dreamed any finer; oh, S.P., where are you these days?  Remember — remember?! oh, how can I ever forget? 
And it rightfully ticked me off in that lame movie scene where Javier Bardem dismisses the entire intoxicating realm of recreational durian use to Julia Roberts by merely saying, "Don't eat those, they smell like feet!" Add that to the bogus meditation scenes (no retreat center allows anything like that movie shows) and it's easy to dismiss that writer as pretty tame and utterly lacking in what makes Adventure RULE!