:: Friday, June 23, 2006
THE SOUND OF ONE HAND CLAPPING
SPOZ buys more CD's.. SPOZ downloads more MP3's.. SPOZ listens.. SPOZ reviews.. you read.. you wonder why.. thus is the madness that is "THE SOUND OF ONE HAND CLAPPING".. so jump on in kiddies and broaden yer minds..
DRESDEN DOLLS - YES, VIRGINIA
in brief: lunatic asylum piano punk
rating: 3 / 5
aaaaah yes, the DRESDEN DOLLS.. those crazy bohemian kids who burst on the scene a few years back with their fuckoff insane punk piano rock opera ditty's that sounded quite like wot TORI AMOS would sound like if she wuz beaten repetitively over the head with an absinthe bottle.. cue much howling, key smashing, over-the-top screaming melodramatic excess.. it wuz all really quite a sight to behold and now, after their brilliant debut, we're faced with the dreaded "2nd release", the sophmore release.. do they make it? do they break it? or did they just fake it all along?
in essence, this album is more of the same.. the same manic keyboard smashing, the same schitzoid driven vocals, the same operatic excess.. but, here it feels a bit more cohesive over the entire album, there's less of the abrasive edges and loony excesses as seen with the first album.. which at first glance feels like a bit of a disappointment.. there's no obvious "GIRL ANACHRONISM" or "COIN OPERATED BOY" here, nothing obviously screaming for attention.. and yet, in removing the extremes and building upon the strengths of their sound they've produced something more mature, more measured and given everything just that little more room to breathe.. for the most part this works, but it's also a bit of a double edged sword.. giving us a perfectly solid cohesive album without the obvious singles to draw you in.. a worthy album, but one that requires a few listens and some patience to truly appreciate..
highlights: SEX CHANGES, DELILAH, DIRTY BUSINESS, SING
MY SISTER THE COP
in brief: smash off and die
rating: 3.5 / 5
this is the sound of your ears bleeding.. this is the sound of the walls screaming.. this is the sound of being beaten to death by sledgehammers and loving it.. this is the sound of civilization crumbling around your ears to the sounds of chanting and hooting idiots with a trigger happy wish for total annihilation.. it's the sorta insane shit that 99% people will hate.. but, if your music is the kinda music that'll cause you bodily injury to you and everyone around you when you attempt to dance to it.. then this will be JUST the thing for you..
to describe this music, is to imagine an all shredding, howling, screaming, gnashing, orchestra of bouncy bouncy dancepunk indie pain.. very much like a doppleganger for the TEST ICICLES, minus all their wacky radio-friendly pop sensibilities.. it's abrasive as fuck, it's all shouts, needle thin driven gangsta guitars, spastic drumming and occassional retarded electro flourishes and you can't freaking recognise a word they're screaming.. and yet, thru all this noise and ultraviolence.. you cant help but start to really enjoy it.. for no matter how much the bleeding noise hits you, it's still countered by some wacky beat you could almost see y'self dancing to (if only you didn't break every bone in your body in the process)
it's pure blood on the walls intensity, and it really wont be for everyone's tastes.. and yet, for what it does, it does DAMN well.. so, if you like to live your music on the self destructive side.. give this puppy a spin :)
highlights: EVERYBODIES PREGNANTS, SORRY WE'RE NOT ALL WOLVES
phew.. well, that's all the CD reviews I got time for this week, so stay tuned next week for more fringes of the musical zoo.. eeeeeeeeeeeee!
:: Spoz 4:57 AM |