Customer Reviews

Each One Teach One

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This album gives you about three seconds before getting to business. Their business is your pleasure, but it's the pleasure of poking repeatedly at the bruise you got from a girlfriend's bite. Oneida play with all the rock ruthlessness of a band like Lightning Bolt, but with the drawn-out (drone-out?) blissful serial composition of Steve Reich. It's better than that, though. Textures are rough but precise--a sheet of burlap lace. Instruments and equipment collapse, hyperventilate, sputter, and explode smoothly and intuitively. This is rock music! All your Town and Country discs will begin to smell like your grandma's living room. Play it loud and blow yourself up--this is about as good as it gets, friends.

The whole thing is good - disjointed, spastic, noisy rock heavy on cool synth sounds - but the big attraction for me is the first track on the first disc. The greatness of "Sheets of Easter" defies description. Some of my friends think it's boring, or goes on too long, but they're idiots. C'mon, it's 15 pummeling minutes of a weird power-trio grinding away at one note, with maybe 10 seconds devoted to one other note. Genius! Brilliant! And it has so many practical applications! I put my speakers in the window and played "Sheets of Easter"; it killed the mosquitoes and the weeds, but left the grass intact! I put on "Sheets of Easter" in meetings when I'm at work, and it instantly causes anyone telling lies to disintegrate! "SHEETS OF EASTER" IS THE CURE FOR CANCER!

This album gives you about three seconds before getting to business. Their business is your pleasure, but it's the pleasure of poking repeatedly at the bruise you got from a girlfriend's bite. Oneida play with all the rock ruthlessness of a band like Lightning Bolt, but with the drawn-out (drone-out?) blissful pulse composition of Steve Reich. It's better than that, though. Textures are rough but precise--a sheet of burlap lace. Instruments and equipment collapse, hyperventilate, sputter, and explode smoothly and intuitively. This is rock music! All your Town and Country discs will begin to smell like your grandma's living room. Play it loud and blow yourself up--this is about as good as it gets, friends.

Wow, this is some strange "music". it's good to torture somebody to. I don't reccomend it for the car or dinner parties though.