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Issue 23

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Greed Gets a Groove: HAPPY RITUAL’s ‘B-Side Blues’ Turns Corporate Malice Into Unapologetic Rock

'B-Side Blues' succeeds because it refuses to lecture. Instead, it invites the listener into the thrill of the climb before exposing the rot underneath, leaving behind a thrilling, head-banging piece of social commentary that cuts deep.

W: Jack Benny I: Róisín Daly.

HAPPY RITUAL’s 'B-Side Blues' is a blistering, razor-sharp critique of hyper-capitalism disguised as a swaggering anthem of pure corporate indulgence. By stepping directly into the polished shoes of an ultra-wealthy property titan, the track weaponizes satire to expose the cold, transactional heart of modern ambition. The lead vocalist adopts the persona with effortless swagger, delivering lines like "I get what I wanna / and I do what I gotta do" with top-of-the-world radiance rather than villainous sneers. By framing brutal, "dog-eat-dog" individualism as something to be triumphantly celebrated, HAPPY RITUAL turns financial exploitation into something absurd, grotesque, and intimately familiar, refusing to lecture and instead inviting the listener straight into the thrill of the climb.

"HAPPY RITUAL delivers a high-octane rock performance that weaponizes satire to expose the cold, transactional heart of modern ambition."

Musically, the production mirrors the relentless, burn-it-all-down engine of late-stage capitalism. Unforgiving guitar riffs and explosive drums build an arena-ready foundation for the protagonist's grandiose ego before the track descends into controlled chaos. As the narrative unfolds, the instrumentation turns frantic and the vocal delivery accelerates into a breathless, rapid-fire blur—a sonic representation of endless growth and market fever. It all culminates in a sudden crash landing on the final refrain, "B-side blues," leaving the high-roller’s chest-thumping ambition to collapse under its own weight and exposing the existential emptiness waiting at the top.

"Accelerating into a breathless blur of market fever before crashing down under its own weight."

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