Not Your Kind Of People

Garbage | Format: Audio CD

Product Details

• Audio CD (May 22, 2012)
• Original Release Date: 2012
• Number of Discs: 1
• Label: Stunvolume
• ASIN: B007H9B6KA
• Also Available in: Audio CD  |  Vinyl  |  MP3 Music
• Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (146 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #61,806 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

Editorial Reviews

About the Artist

Garbage are an alternative rock band formed in Madison, Wisconsin in 1994. The group consists of Scottish singer Shirley Manson (vocals, guitar) and American musicians Duke Erikson (bass, guitar, keyboards, percussion), Steve Marker (guitar, keyboards) and Butch Vig (drums, percussion). All four members are involved in songwriting and production. The band have counted worldwide album sales of over 17 million units.

Product Description

2012 album from the Alt-Rock outfit, their first album in seven years. Garbage consists of Scottish singer Shirley Manson (vocals, guitar) and American musicians Duke Erikson (bass, guitar, keyboards, percussion), Steve Marker (guitar, keyboards) and Butch Vig (drums, percussion). All four members are involved in songwriting and production. The band have counted worldwide album sales of over 17 million units.

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

128 of 136 people found the following review helpful

4.0 out of 5 stars Walks like a duck, sounds like a duck, it's a duck. June 1, 2012

By solili

Format:Audio CD

First of all, I think this is an excellent album, overall. An excellent Garbage album, that is. Yes, there are some things which I would have done differently, had I produced it. And, sure, there are some things which don't grab my attention and make me respond with unbridled joy.

For example, `Auto Sys Habit' is a bit too poppy, for me. `Blood For Poppies', after that nice guitar line, goes into this major key chorus. For me, that sounds awkward. But I love the broken up middle. See? Nobody likes everything.

But the criticisms I read here, and elsewhere, are the very points I use to recommend the album.

1. "Shirley using too many vocal takes, too much signal processing". I say, that's Shirley, and she has always used signal processors on her voice; she has always overlaid vocal tracks. This is Garbage and Shirley Manson, not Sarah Brightman.

2. "The album is over-produced". I say a big production is the signature of a Garbage album. The production of a Garbage record is always complex and the sound is huge. Always.

3. "Derivative." "Cliched". "No risk". "Comfort zone". I say, this is Garbage, NOT Kaiser Chiefs or Pink Floyd or Pixies or whomever. This is Garbage. This is a rock band. And, by the way, Shirley is 45, not 23; Duke Erickson is now 61; come on. They are doing what Garbage does. After a 7 year pause, they have done it very well.

4. "Stuck in the 90s". "Never outgrew angst". "Dated". I say, It's a Garbage album, for crying out loud!!! What do you expect? Who can imagine Shirley singing a song sounding like Diana Krall or Joss Stone? Angst is in her blood.

5. The tunes are `unimaginative', `tired', `lame'. I say, This is ridiculous.... There is so much going on in these tunes (evil big production, remember) that one must listen to the thing a few times to catch it all. It is lush, it is noisy; it's melodic and grating and clashing; it is packed with sounds and ambient stuff; it's typically Garbage-style dark and melancholy and edgy (most of the time). And often it rocks like anything they ever did.

So if you like Garbage, you'll like this new record. If you're seeking some incarnation of a Garbage that has changed into something besides Garbage, then you're out of luck. Read more ›

25 of 28 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars Worth the wait! May 23, 2012

By Jerald Brewer

Format:Audio CD

We should all detest Shirley Manson & the boys for keeping us waiting so damn long for another album, but you know we still love them. This album roars with a ferocity that pop music rarely ever attains.
Garbage has always had more of an edge than any other pop group I can recall. This work features some their hardest sounds yet. Like my favorite bands (U2, Radiohead for excample) they've never tried repeating themselves. "not your kind..." has the sound that you love & sets Garbage apart, but it is different from their other stuff.
Manson is a tough cat to characterize. She has never reminded me of any female singer I've ever heard. On this disc she sings with a fire & passion that reminds you why you have missed this band sooo much & why you practically did back flips when they suddenly announced early this year that they were back.
Her "boys", Duke Erikson, Steve Marker &, of course, Butch Vig, attack every tune with an industrial, post-punk vengence that signal that they may have been mad my by their own absence. Even the slower stuff (which there isn't much of) has a sense of danger to it. They go to the outer edge of their sound without sacrificing the melodies & hooks that make them so bloody much fun to listen to. Strangly enough my least favorite song is their single, "Blood For Poppies", & I really like that song. "Battle In Me", "I Hate Love", "Control" & "Automatic Systematic Habit" absolutely kick you-know-what. These are among the best songs they've ever produced on what may be a better album than their awesome debut.
It is certainly their best album in 7 years. (The 15 cut longer edition is definitely worth whatver extra $$$ you have to shell out.)

7 of 7 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars Buy protection, 'cause there's gonna be an Ear-Gasm! May 27, 2012

By Georgie Boy

Format:Audio CD

With a title like Not Your Kind Of People and a name like Garbage, Garbage seems to be daring the fine folks who still buy music (if in fact there are any left) not to purchase, let alone listen to this record, but that's not unusual as the 3 geeks from Madison, Wisconsin and their front and centre Scottish Banshee bombshell bad-ass have offered that smirked sentiment before with their "best of" collection, Absolute Garage and 2005's Bleed Like Me, which sounded like a not so appetizing dare to share in the glories of "that special time of the month". Turns out Garbage are-in-fact that "kind of people" and this is that kind of record that will bore a hole into your consciousness like the brain scrambling worm they crammed into Chekov's ear in Wrath of Kahn!

The entire collection of tracks play out like grainy black and white Nevada Atomic Test Site footage from the 40's. We see a blinding flash in the distance, an ominous mushroom cloud rises like a ghostly apparition above the desert, a vacuum of uneasy silence follows, you hold your breath and then without warning you're blasted with a wall of sound that decimates every object fortunate enough to be in the way. Yes Virginia, I said fortunate. This is a shock and awe parlor trick sound-Maestro and drummer Butch Vig has brilliantly mastered during his knob twiddling turns for Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, Green Day, Foo Fighters and Garbage; distract an unwitting victim by holding a cute fuzzy bunny out in your left hand and then unceremoniously smack the poor unsuspecting slob up against the head with the brick in your right hand. Repeat when necessary. Got your attention?

Never before has Garbage done so well to recapture the seismic glory of their self-titled debut or sophomore rampage 2....0, which included the aural orgasm educing Stupid Girl, Only Happy When it Rains, I Think I'm Paranoid, Special and When I Grow Up. Now we can all wax-poetic about the old days but why spend a lot of wasted yearning for records that already hold an exalted place in our hearts and collections? This is a glorious new offering from Garbage and we should all find deep comfort in the fact that Shirley, Butch, Duke and Steve are back, they're still full of piss and vinegar and fully loaded with bricks!

Now I could rattle off an Automatic-Systematic (pun intended) hit-by-hit excursion through each track but this series should be swallowed whole until you choke on each glorious morsel and gag for joy. Thankfully not a single moment stands out above the rest as the band implements their scorched-earth policy of musical truths. And that's what makes Not Your Kind Of People soar, every peak and valley offers new lyrical, sonic and mind bending thrills that are as exciting as ever. Like the very best roller coasters Garbage's latest bag-o-tricks has you screaming in terror on this cork-screw, puking your guts up on that turn and squealing with giddy delight as you ease your way over the top and into another 100 mile-an-hour free fall. And that's just in the first 11 songs! I would offer (rather insistently in-fact) that if you're a tight-wad straddling the fence about spending a couple more quid on the Deluxe version you are well advised to do so with great haste as the additional 4 tracks don't simply pad the collection they complete it and offer some very satisfying angst indeed! Not to mention the fact that What Girls Are Made Of resembles the darkling love-child of Siouxsie Sioux and She Wants Revenge, which in itself is well worth a trip to the nursery for an unsettling peek at what stirs behind the glass. Read more ›