Highly Functioning Idiot

Rock with driving four-on-the-floor drums, crunchy palm-muted guitars, and a bassline that stalks under the verse; verse stays tight and sarcastic, pre-chorus opens with rising gang vocals and snare rolls, chorus slams wide with shouted doubles on the title line. Add tape-stop hits before each lift, a squealing guitar fill into the second chorus, and a final breakdown with handclaps and feedback. Male vocals, gritty and close in the verse, bigger and raspy on the hook, bright punchy mix., rock, male vocals