Anybody still out there

I've come to a decision. Caustic lyrical observations about the stupidity of how we live only work when the music is smooth, and better yet, awfully greasy. If you don't let the snark ride in on buttery chords and tasty leads, you're likely to choke on your own salt. Steely Dan, Prefab Sprout, and these guys are my evidence. This one seems to be a riff on the emptiness of the TV-mediated life, blah blah. Lucky for us, the music is has enough atmosphere to make it seem like an inspired sentiment.

The Chap - Obviously