You can just see the reviewer writing with one hand on the keyboard and one finger on the 'skip' button. It's a common style in student writing and on websites where space is unlimited, and the urge to give lots of information wins out over trying to give a more concise, overall impression of the album. Maybe an understandable fallback when there's little to say about an underwhelming disc - but to me it's like reviewing a movie by describing what happens in each scene.
― Sam J. (samjeff), Friday, 30 May 2003 18:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― slutsky (slutsky), Friday, 30 May 2003 18:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Al (sitcom), Friday, 30 May 2003 18:32 (twenty-two years ago)
It's more honest, in some ways, than the generalisations made in really short reviews.
― Jamie Conway (Jamie Conway), Friday, 30 May 2003 18:33 (twenty-two years ago)
So of course, they're everywhere.
― Mr. Diamond (diamond), Friday, 30 May 2003 19:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― Siegbran (eofor), Friday, 30 May 2003 19:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― Squirrel_Police (Squirrel_Police), Friday, 30 May 2003 19:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― Yanc3y (ystrickler), Friday, 30 May 2003 19:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 30 May 2003 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Friday, 30 May 2003 19:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― chuck, Friday, 30 May 2003 22:31 (twenty-two years ago)
I put the headphones on and lean back. Jagged guitar assaults my ears and fear grips me as I hear the harrowing opening litany. THEY ARE OUT TO GET ME.
The beat kicks in. We're in party mode, but things are still unsettled. I can't find the bling, only corrupt cops and incompetent middle management. They tell me I can't see, but I'm trying.
Children playing forms the background for child abuse while the world's most shimmery keyboard patch puts a glossy, confectionery coating on getting to close to the seedy streets. I'm remided of all the things I need to fear again, but I nod my head to the rugged drums and shout along: "WE AIN'T SCARED OF YOU!"
A tender case of commitement jitters turns into all-out mad-dog frothing over blatant infidelities. This in turn takes us to a mythical land where every lady is a little bit mocha, a little bit latte and a whole lot of DAMN! (Of course, we have to look over our shoulders to make sure the female friends can't see us rubber-necking.)
The storm clouds brew again as the POWERS THAT BE breathe down our necks and pull our strings; Joe Theisman to the rescue! At the end all I can say is "blah blah blah"; I'm completely spent.
Hands shaking, I take the headphones off, wipe the sweat from my brow, and press play again. It's just that good.
Don't let this album pass you by; you can't afford not to hear it.
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 30 May 2003 22:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 30 May 2003 22:47 (twenty-two years ago)
this is the only time where i think it works.
― Mil, Saturday, 31 May 2003 00:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― minna (minna), Saturday, 31 May 2003 00:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Saturday, 31 May 2003 15:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Saturday, 31 May 2003 15:54 (twenty-two years ago)
― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Saturday, 31 May 2003 16:44 (twenty-two years ago)