Saturday, November 4, 2017
Hurry Up and Die
The "big return" went gold--in fucking 2009, meaning technically it went platinum--so here's Layne-less Alice for a second go-round, reeking of Omega 3.
"Hollow"--Even though it finishes 120 seconds past the limit, I'm impressed by how "Hollow" scarred up its own nut-sack.
(Some fabrics shouldn't be cymbal-washed, though.)
"Pretty Done"--Cackling over bone dust.
"Stone"--Not-Layne possesses the presence and potency of an emphysemic parrot. Shame, since Layne could have coaxed up a spook from that puddle.
"Voices"--Hemorrhages lameness. Shouts the pathetic truths of middle-school journal keepers.
"The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here"--Nostalgic atmospherics for a timely tackle of God's most desperate children. Why is it six and a half minutes?
Christians oftentimes make proclamations so child-like that they should be imprisoned for criminal misuse of oxygen. They deserve pummelings no shorter than 60 seconds, and no longer than 180 seconds.
"Lab Monkey"--No thanks, I'd rather listen my neighbors talk at length about summertime lawn care.
"Low Ceiling"--Low standards, as well.
"Breath On a Window"--Finger me out a good one, then. Wait, that sounded wrong. Come on, you've never blown on a window and written your name? Once more for my people in the back…this song is too long.
"Scalpel"--To the neck? Sounds dangerous. Proceed.
"Phantom Limb"--Seven minutes and…one of the few good songs on here. Good, mind; it's not sneezing into its hands and eating it or anything.
There's an 80s metal box vibe to that riff, one containing ninety pounds of dynamite powder. This is the kind of fever that deserves to be fed, so that it may grow ever more vehement.
"Hung On a Hook"--Mashed potatoes--hey! Sweet potatoes!
What a tornado of sow slop and Scrabble squares.
"Choke"--Like Nickelback playing in a room reeking of lemon Pledge.
Dismal. Most of the tracks here have the agility of Jabba the Hut and the focus of a starving chimp.