Pretty much exactly what his (as yet infrequent) live shows are like, only minus some endearing between-song tics. More on Perfume Genius
here:
On "Mr. Peterson," he recounts a disastrous relationship with a teacher: "He let me smoke weed in his truck/If I could convince him I'd loved him enough.../He made me a tape of Joy Division/He told me there was part of him missing/When I was 16/He jumped off a building." The situation is messy, probably more predatory than romantic, but the song feels like a meditation on how people help and hurt each other, and it ends in a kind of ambivalent absolution: "I know you were ready to go/I hope there's room for you up above or down below."
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