After reading this review of the new Modest Mouse record, I'm forced to conclude that Peter Hepburn has no soul. If you opened up the guy's chest, you would find a gaping sphincter where most people store their immortal ethereal beings. I think that might explain how he could write such a horribly gray, soggy, boring, prideless, safe, stable, stale, rote, terrible, nebulous, over-long, formless, repetitive, pointless, annoying, poorly written, overproduced, smelly music review.
To quote Dom Sinacola (whose idea of a good time, after reading his track review of "Parting of the Sensory," I suspect must involve sitting at home having absolutely no fun at all, ever): "I seem angry. I am angry, and I get cheap when I'm mad." Well, yeah, you boys went cheap; consider this your change: hang it up and call it quits while you can still remember the memory of a time you could consider now and then cracking your critical faces with smiles.
1 comment:
I just listened to the album for the first time on my way to work yesterday.
Liked it a lot, though didn't get a chance to really pay attention to the lyrics.
Can't wait to listen to it when the weather breaks.
Regarding the review: dude seems to swing with the crowd that's all pissed because Modest Mouse has sorta hit the mainstream. God forbid a band could be both original and popular.
The earth might suddenly wake from its slumber, offer a wide yawn and in so doing, burp and accidentally swallow us whole.
Post a Comment