decap-o best music writing 2006

TIM ELLISON!!!

Only four real bland-outs here, but filler being filler, I am only calling this thing album of the year if it retails for a "New Artist Spotlight" price of $9.99.

Paolo Veneziani uploads the brain universe that compressed the acidHUMANIX infectious disease of a chemical=anthropoid to the biocapturism corpse feti=streaming circuit of this abolition world. Paul Krassner anatomizes the digital anus of the dogs of tera like symbolic learning with the brain universe that compressed the acidHUMANIX infectious disease of a chemical=anthropoid. The Crystalline Effect plug-in the living body junk feeling replicant who compressed the acidHUMANIX infectious disease of a chemical=anthropoid in this abolition world.

three-capital-letter titles that look like acronyms, so off the top of my head this is what I decided they stand for: University of Massachusetts at Amherst (“UMA”), Kalamazoo Mudpie Society (“KMS”), University of Michigan at Japan (“UMJ”), Guys R Suck (“GRS”), Association for Tasting of Spam (“ATS”), Sick Aardvark Institute (“SAI”), University of Massachusetts at Osaka (“UMO”), Independent Orgies of America (“IOA”).

On the other hand, for those who suffer from mental illness, endless conflicts exist during the process, starting with acknowledgement of the glass filled with water, confirmation of his/her will, stretching his/her arm toward it, taking hold of it with the hand, and bringing it to the mouth. Anybody who has listened to such ‘tones’ will begin to let their own selves wonder about while losing their mental balance.

As an artist and a conundrum, Bob Dylan is well-versed in semi-hysterical critical hyperbole. With each new record since 1997's stellar Time Out of Mind, music writers and editors have been tripping all over themselves trying to sputter out the best, most dramatic encapsulation of Dylan's rebirth (which, given the relative late-career flops of his peers and his own 1980s shitstorm, still seems strange and thrilling). Now, 45 years into a perfectly studied, over-anthologized, well-chronicled career, even talking about the cult-of-Dylan seems clichéd: Analysis of Dylan-love, Dylan-backlash, Dylan-histrionics, and Dylanology is moot. Books have been published, academic treatises have been defended, documentaries have been ordered and directed, cover stories have been savored and parsed-- but every time Bob Dylan cranks out a new record, we still try, again, to figure out what it all adds up to.

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he's right y'know

2005-05-10 22:07:50
BuzdaHatesYou
5 stars

WHY IS EVERY f*ckING SONG AXEL F MAKES A RENDITION OF THE BEVERLY HILLS COP
THEME?! WHY DOESN'T HE TRY SOMETHING ELSE?

Pieces of the People We Love is a generally positive, upbeat set of songs, but its most interesting moments come when the group seems to be surveying a post-Echoes indie landscape packed with bored, arms-crossed fans with bad haircuts watching shitty "punk-funk" bands and wondering if they ever really made a difference at all. They initially come off like overbearing Dance Commanders on the brilliant "Whoo! Alright Yeah...Uh Huh," but by the time the song reaches its singalong breakdown and "I used to think life was a bitter pill, but it's a grand old time" postscript, it's clear that they are only nagging you to get out there and live it up because they really, really care about you.

Oh, the insight.