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The arrogance is taught, Burnham says, or it was cultivated.
Im trying to articulate why the old Bo Burnham material feels a little precious to me now.
(Its probably more of that last piece than Im willing to accept.)
It doesnt feel entirely earnest.
Theres always a smirk.
Ironic distance is good cover.
Silliness is disarming; Eminem won8 Mileby roasting himself!
Old Bo songs dont ever go for the jugular.
They always want you to know hes laughing with you.
The joke is the point; the medium is only the delivery service.
Im trying to articulate why the new Bo Burnham songs feel strangely vital.
Really,Insideis a meditation on the chipper, helpless inertia of caring.
The sock-puppet detente of How the World Works has a chorus worthy ofSesame Street.
Even short song fragments likeDont Wanna Knowleave the listener with an indelible melody or two.
We werent supposed to see or hear Bo Burnham like this.
