5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
on February 6, 2009
I was a huge fan of F+cked Up's "Hidden World" album and most of their preceding singles. However, I think this album has managed to be an improvement not only in catchy songs but also in terms of creativity.
The band has added loads of shoegaze / krautrock - esque guitars, Moog sounds, and ultra melodic background vocals to their Last Rights / Poison Idea / Blitz sound.
Not only that but the playing has gotten much better - especially in terms of the drumming. There are a lot of creative and interesting drums on this album that only adds to the song-writing skills and lyrical weirdness.
If you like their last album and can handle somewhat experimental hardcore punk rock - Black Flag, Husker Du, Meat Puppets, Minutemen, Sonic Youth, Bl'ast, Die Kreuzen, etc - YOU NEED TO GET THIS ASAP. This ain't no party; this ain't no disco.
9 of 11 people found the following review helpful
on October 30, 2008
Did Kevin Shields produce this masterpiece? Everytime I play this cd, I hear something different every second of every song. This is a carefully crafted and recorded cd in both musical direction and lyrical presentation. Layered guitars and rants about man and his relationship to god, or man's un-epiphanic moments in every day life are vehemently screamed by "Pink Eyes" in a majority of the songs. They have 2 cool mood emoting instrumental pieces which bridge the philosophical themes of the cd. my fave of the year so far!
1 of 3 people found the following review helpful
on October 28, 2008
A breath of fresh air to my collection. The sound is raw, but layered. Not your typical hardcore album. OK, so maybe I haven't kept up with the scene and my tastes may have changed over the years, but I click with this. Feels like an album, not a collection of songs. Wish I knew what they were singing about but I'll search that out later. Next great breakout band? That will really f*** them up.
2 of 27 people found the following review helpful
on September 23, 2009
If your sibling with the double-digit IQ formed a band with some of his/her buddies, they might sound like this. It's not unlike what would ensue if Cannibal Corpse visited Sesame Street and beat the block to a pile of gore, then did Bowie covers.
This is what happens when pro wrestlers start sipping on smart drinks, eventually referring to face-diving and fanny-slapping as Art. Finger-painting Picasso pablum: commonplace faces melting over the tops of flame.
The Human League with Sam Kinison rocking the mic. Bluto in a New Wave mood. Stretch Armstrong in goth attire. Really? Joyful day! Hope I've got enough protein powder and vaseline on hand to survive the winter.