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Every generation gets the ironic prophet it deserves, and ours got a guy who used to drum for Fleet Foxes, ate a genuinely alarming amount of mushrooms, and emerged with a mustache, a persona named Father John Misty, and something that looks suspiciously like enlightenment wearing a leisure suit. Josh Tillman grew up Pentecostal in Maryland, which is the kind of childhood that either breaks you or turns you into exactly the sort of person who spends a decade building an elaborate ironic alter ego just so he can say sincere things without anyone catching him doing it. Ram Dass took basically the same route back in the sixties, Harvard professor to Leary's psychedelic wingman to full guru, minus the mustache. Tillman just did the whole arc in indie rock instead of an ashram, which honestly tracks better for 2017.

Ram Dass spent his whole career on one message, repeated in a hundred different outfits: stop living inside your own mental chatter and just be here, now, actually present in the room instead of narrating your life to yourself. Pure Comedy is that exact sermon, if you swapped the incense for a Twitter feed. Tillman looks at the human race hunched over its phones chasing dopamine and calls it what it is, a species that traded God for the algorithm and didn't even notice the upgrade was a downgrade. "No gods to rule us" isn't a mic-drop atheist flex. It's a diagnosis, delivered with the timing of a guy who knows the joke is also on him.

Which gets you to the actually fun part: memetics, the original kind, before the word just meant a cat with a caption. A meme, in the Dawkins sense, is an idea that copies itself through you whether or not it's good for you, and that is precisely the mechanism Ram Dass spent decades pointing at when he talked about the ego running on autoplay. Tillman's whole cultural critique on Pure Comedy is basically Ram Dass's lecture on ego loops, except restaged as a rant about your For You page. Same trap, better production value, way worse Wi-Fi.

What keeps him from being just another sad boy with a Twitter account and a theology degree he never finished is the comedy part, which he put right there in the album title so nobody could miss it. Ram Dass used to laugh at what he called the cosmic joke, the sheer absurdity of a bunch of confused egos taking themselves dead serious while pretending they're not all secretly terrified and interconnected. Tillman's version of that laugh just comes wrapped in strings, falsetto, and a truly excellent mustache. Same move, better outfit, and honestly, funnier.