The lyrics of Truth would make better sense written on a urinal wall - at least you could piss on them. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've heard an album quite this bad. I do this for a living, and you won't believe the shit you get sent as the 'Next Big Thing'. Take Atmosphere for example - if I'd wanted a recording of a christmas novelty sing-along hit in Estonia I'd have asked for it. Take it away and put it out of its misery. Please. Holy should have been left off this album. It's marginally better than the rest and, frankly, only draws attention to their simplistic banality.
Like a monkey fellating an elephant, track four, Heat is only really listenable after carefully inserting your fists into your ears. Don't worry about getting them out again - there's more on this album you'll want to not hear too. Seven people died whilst track six, Casino was being created. I can only say that they are the lucky ones and missed out on what sounds like the last gasp of a boiling lobster.
In fact, I wish Dead C had never been born.
― brg30 (brg30), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 01:43 (twenty-two years ago)
If you've just bought Harsh 70s Reality, take my advice and get a big black marker and scrawl all over Driver UFO *before* you play it. If you've already played it, you no doubt know all about the gentle sound of the slow ticking noise of your concrete boots setting after stupidly refusing to do business with that nice Italian family firm it produces from your speakers. The sound of a retarded bee defacating through a sieve into my ears that track 2, Sky so accurately reproduces is relieved only by the fact there are no pictures to go with it. Track 4, Suffer Bomb Damage sounds more like the annoyingly obvious grunting of the couple next door having sex whilst you lie in bed, lonely, unloved and out of tissues than it really should.
Sea Is Violet made my cat sick. Twice. I think I'm going to sue. Like bad gangster rap, track eight, Hope fails to engage me at all. It left me cold, shaking and gently drooling on the floor. Thank god the office cleaner found me in time.
In fact, this should've been put down years ago.
If you still like this crap, go buy it on amazon or something
― ahem (Jody Beth Rosen), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 01:47 (twenty-two years ago)
... but I'm sure it's like the sort of thing that fills the floor at my local hospital's 'mentally challenged' disco nite.
― brg30 (brg30), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 01:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― Stupid (Stupid), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 01:54 (twenty-two years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:27 (twenty-two years ago)
This should be placed on the packaging somewhere. :-)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:28 (twenty-two years ago)
haha it was just a pun on your wonderfully expository "introduce yourself" posts.
― aleksandr supertramp (Jody Beth Rosen), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:38 (twenty-two years ago)
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― aleksandr supertramp (Jody Beth Rosen), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― the surface noise (electricsound), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― aleksandr supertramp (Jody Beth Rosen), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:44 (twenty-two years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:45 (twenty-two years ago)
http://www.labbi.vortex.is/catfight.jpg
― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 03:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 27 January 2004 14:01 (twenty-two years ago)
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― kyle (akmonday), Monday, 26 April 2004 18:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 26 April 2004 18:50 (twenty-two years ago)
What possesses people to make music that sounds like the opening track, Special Years? The bastard lovechild of Joe Dolce and Mariah Carey? I'm not offering further opinion because I'm not listening to it again. Ever. The lyrics of track 2, Elisive Butterfly would make better sense written on a urinal wall - at least you could piss on them. Track 3, If The Whole World Stoppe made my cat sick. Twice. I think I'm going to sue.
The chorus of track five, For The Good Times will haunt me for years to come, sounding as it does like something that has been banned under the Geneva Convention, but is still used by the US to break down interrogation subjects. It's things like track six, First Time Ever I Saw You that makes people want to kill each other. Track 7, Heaven Is My Woman's Love reminds me of the slow ticking noise of your concrete boots setting after stupidly refusing to do business with that nice Italian family firm. I wish it wouldn't.
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― Old Fart!!! (oldfart_sd), Monday, 26 April 2004 18:57 (twenty-two years ago)