on second listen, The Ode to Josef Fritzl is pretty good.
What is this?
Friggin' Cobbler.
on second listen, The Ode to Josef Fritzl is pretty good.
As a very, very long-time BSS fan (well, since YFIIP, anyway),
I just wanted to chime in to express profound disappointment.
but when you compare this sound to the last two OG BSS albums, you know what I mean), don't like the lyrics or especially the vocals, don't like the melodies, don't like...well, anything. "World Sick" is okay, and I do actively like "Meet Me In The Basement," but even that sounds a lot better live. I'll never forget seeing them in Tokyo, about 2.5 years ago, and seeing them play that with most of the crew + Stars + some Japanese kids/fans they met on the subway, that afternoon. AMAZING. This version's good, for sure. But I do wish that it was longer, and more krauty a la the live version.
Again, please don't hate. I'm not hating. I'm just sad. And I wonder if anybody feels the same way. Maybe...? Anyway, continue. I don't mean to derail. I'm just speechless, as I didn't see this coming.
It's missing a pointless anecdote about a personal experience that relates to the topic at hand in a tenuous manner, begging questions such as "who the fuck is this guy?" and "why should I care?" Otherwise, yep, it's prototypical.
I'll never forget seeing them in Tokyo, about 2.5 years ago, and seeing them play that with most of the crew + Stars + some Japanese kids/fans they met on the subway, that afternoon. AMAZING.
Why do you seem to be so angry with me, all the time? Genuine question. Hilarious try, though!
Ahem
Pitchfork: Album Reviews: Radiohead: Kid A
I had never even seen a shooting star before. 25 years of rotations, passes through comets' paths, and travel, and to my memory I had never witnessed burning debris scratch across the night sky. Radiohead were hunched over their instruments. Thom Yorke slowly beat on a grand piano, singing, eyes closed, into his microphone like he was trying to kiss around a big nose. Colin Greenwood tapped patiently on a double bass, waiting for his cue. White pearls of arena light swam over their faces. A lazy disco light spilled artificial constellations inside the aluminum cove of the makeshift stage. The metal skeleton of the stage ate one end of Florence's Piazza Santa Croce, on the steps of the Santa Croce Cathedral. Michelangelo's bones and cobblestone laid beneath. I stared entranced, soaking in Radiohead's new material, chiseling each sound into the best functioning parts of my brain which would be the only sound system for the material for months.
The butterscotch lamps along the walls of the tight city square bled upward into the cobalt sky, which seemed as strikingly artificial and perfect as a wizard's cap. The staccato piano chords ascended repeatedly. "Black eyed angels swam at me," Yorke sang like his dying words. "There was nothing to fear, nothing to hide." The trained critical part of me marked the similarity to Coltrane's "Ole." The human part of me wept in awe.
The Italians surrounding me held their breath in communion (save for the drunken few shouting "Criep!"). Suddenly, a rise of whistles and orgasmic cries swept unfittingly through the crowd. The song, "Egyptian Song," was certainly momentous, but wasn't the response more apt for, well, "Creep?" I looked up. I thought it was fireworks. A teardrop of fire shot from space and disappeared behind the church where the syrupy River Arno crawled. Radiohead had the heavens on their side.
I don't understand how I'm wrong for not liking a group of songs I don't like...? I only like 1.5 BSS records to begin with. But given that I already have disliked most of the band's catalog (but LOOOOOOOOOOOVED one record and half of the s-t), I suppose that it is rather predictable that, you know, my taste is consistent. I haven't ever really, really, really disliked their stuff until most of this record, though.
And what is that predictable pattern not of criticism, but rather admitting that I simply don't like something? Have I failed in some way by accepting and explaining my opinions?
This non sequitur ending is an homage to Old Spice and their new ad campaign, albeit a poor one.I've got a mustache.
This non sequitur ending is an homage to Old Spice and their new ad campaign, albeit a poor one.
/critic of critic of critic
Well, thank you for clarifying. I do say that genuinely, as it helps me to understand. I just cannot believe, though, that after posting together for so many years, you so wildly and fundamentally misunderstand even a sliver of my taste or person. Staggering! My favorite bands of all time are The Beatles and U2, dude!
How To Write A Hipster Review:
1. Establish your indie cred.
2. Express disappointment with new material.
3. Explain how the old stuff was so much better.
4. Emote like the older, 'wiser' Emo kid you really are ...
Now let's get back on topic. This made me laugh ... and I wrote it!
Any one of these tracks from Lo-Fi would have been a better album closer than Me And My Hand.