It’s easy to be overwhelmed with all the potential puns and word play that ‘I Pity The Fool’ presents; a catchphrase uttered far too repeatedly considering the meager laughs it usually receives. I’ll momentarily opt out of this gold mine and in my general ignorance on the subject just mention that yes, Mr. T was a fictional character that, among other things, rode around in a van that had A-Team written on the side. Apparently he was also a boxer.
There isn’t a whole lot that connects gold chains and mohawks to ‘I Pity the Fool’s lo-fi psychedelia, gentle folky acoustic strumming viewed through a dingy, grease smeared window. But even with the chasmic echoes and pitch-altered vocals, it’s one of the album’s clearest views into Gerry Green’s (yes, Gerry Green is Green Gerry) melancholic balladry, choosing to mostly forgo the brushy noise it disappears behind. I’d venture to say Bradford Cox would probably dig King Baby (an excellent album throughout), but it lends an intimacy and base that Atlas Sound’s shrouded emotion lacks.
So go ahead and check out ‘I Pity The Fool’ below and if you’re at all interested, the exploration that is the amorphous King Baby. Would it be wrong to say, “I pity the fool who doesn’t check out Green Gerry’s Bandcamp or Facebook pages?