I used to live in one of the hotspots for door to door preachers.
In my experience, there's an inverse relationship between the frequency of religious callers and the socioeconomic status of a neighbourhood.
I grew up in one of the shittiest parts of the city in which I used to live, and we had Jovos bothering us every fortnight without fail. When I was older I managed to escape to a lower middle class suburb, and we saw Jovos maybe 3-4 times a year. Since moving to where I am now (which is what Americans would call an "upscale area"), I've seen Jovos twice in the last 15 years.
It's as if they prey on whoever they perceive as weak or down on their luck.
As for Mormons, I've never been doorknocked by them, even though they had a house (mission?) in the houso shithole where I grew up. They did their best to make the place inconspicuous, as it was very basic on the outside. The tidiness of their garden, lack of seating on the front porch and their brand new Toyota Corolla staff car when everyone else in the area had rusted out > 10 year old Holdens or Datsuns in their driveways made them stand out a bit.
If Russhole spent any longer than a weekend at this particular mission, his entire body would've turned into one great big trauma lump on legs.
I think JWs keep a list, too, I haven't been bothered by them since I told them "No, thank you," decades ago. I probably wouldn't have done that if I lived closer to where Prince used to do his missionary-ing and he was still alive, because that's a story few can top.
Seriously, having the purple midget knock on your door to give you a copy of The Watchtower? Fucking surreal.
I'd accept a copy of The Watchtower from Prince, but only if he autographed it.
announcing a song a year in advance does the opposite of building anticipation. A movie, sure, but a song doesn't take a year to record, mix and master for anyone (except Russ).
King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard can smash out 5 albums of original music in a year and they're usually pretty good as long as you're a prog or psych rock enjoyer.
Meanwhile it takes Russhole 5 years to dribble out an extended jingle that's chock full of pop tropes that died 10 years ago. You just know there's going to be at least one
millennial whoop in "She Don't Like Nice Guys".