Alan Ball was known for his masterful use of music in Six Feet Under. He's lost none of his touch when it comes to his current HBO series, True Blood - which happens to be set in the Louisiana swamps, not terribly far from Houston.
The title of this week's column maybe one of the grossest things we've ever typed, and we work the word hymen-smashing into as many articles as we possibly can. Still, we can safely say that after some jerky starts in the series' fourth season, things are back on track in Bon Temps on HBO's True Blood.
We could recap last episode, but we'd rather dwell on the good than the bad. Here's the important bit of information. In addition to the vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, faeries, and demigods we've been introduced to throughout the series, we now can add witches to the mix (If they add a Loch Ness Monster we'll get a bingo). Lafayette and his boyfriend Jesus have begun meeting with a local coven of said witches led by a woman named Marnie.
By the by, Marnie is played by Fiona Shaw, who you may recognize as playing the magic-phobic Aunt Petunia from the Harry Potter films. Nice little bit of irony, there.
The coven manages to resurrect a pet bird that dies a few moments later, but hey, even Lazarus only makes it to the next chapter of John before we find out he died again and he had the power of God zombifying him. Why this is important is that if the witches can control the dead, then they can control vampires.
Bill, newly crowned vampire king of Louisiana, sends Eric down to the coven to swagger and intimidate the group into ceasing their activities. Tempers flare, and before you know it Marnie has the group calling down the pain from some goddess or other and Eric flees the meeting like there's a two-for-one sale on Sookie's vagina he's about to miss out on.
Turns out that Marnie basically wiped Eric like a bad hard drive, and Sookie finds him wandering the roads of Louisiana with zero clue as to who she is, he is, where he is, or why Sookie smells so good.
She smells good because her faerie blood is delicious.
Which brings us back to Jinx Titanic & Super 8 Cum Shot and their song "You Smell Like Dinner" which is also the name of the episode. Jinx Titanic is part of the querrcore movement, an unabashedly gay musicians who harness the unapologetic nature of punk, rock, and rap to give absolutely no fucks to anyone.
Previously, we mentioned on of their ilk, Jonny McGovern and his song "Soccer Practice" from all the way back in Season 1. Nice obscure choices like this are one of the things we like the best about True Blood.
Look, we love Nick Cave, don't get us wrong, and we love a good cover song. However, out of all the vampire-centric media vehicles traffic-jamming our collective attention span True Blood and the Sookie Stackhouse universe stand out. They break boundaries, ignore fences, and push envelopes.
When you're doing that, you need music that cannot be safe. Any cover is by definition safe, as it's a proven commodity. And using someone like Cave for True Blood is similarly expected. But we saw Jinx Titanic coming even less than we saw the Spanish Inquisition.
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The song itself is one of the dirtiest things we've ever heard. That might just be our problem since the whole food equals sex thing makes us neither hungry nor horny, but even if you like your whipped cream and cucumber aerobics it has nothing to do with with Jinx Titanic is cooking up.
You know how after a night of drinking you will make some interesting food decisions, much like you choose questionable bed partners? Well, the double entendre here is like that. Jinx's come-on is like the beckoning call of a convenience store hot dog sitting atop a rusty bin of niche girlie magazines, dripping bits of god knows what down the faces of women who really hate their daddies. We've had that hot dog, friends and enemies, and we can tell you it is worth every apocalypse it causes, and so is "You Smell Like Dinner."
This all started awkwardly. This season, hell, this column, but we're back on track now. The music has returned to what we like best, the sneak attack, date rape, and beautiful haiku left as a reminder. We expect great things to come.
Be sure to visit the Loving True Blood in Dallas blog, where Jef With One F will be a semi-regular contributor to the podcast this season.