Umber and Star Booty
Who the hell mixed this thing? I could listen
to this CD on the world's best stereo and it would still sound
as if I was playing it through my little cousin's Hello Kitty
boombox. The whole two-records-in-one thing is kind of
weird in itself, and when the two are relatively indiscernible
from one another, I guess it doesn't matter. This is one
of those albums I thought I'd con myself into liking, but,
alas, I still don't dig it very much. The thing is just too
jumbled, the lyrics and instrumentation just too scattered,
and the constant symbol hitting on the drums gets on my nerves. The
lead singer sounds as if he just wandered in off the street
to sing along with the band, showing his chops to be sub par
at best. Don't get me wrong, it's okay for an indie singer to
have a bad voice, as long as it's unique. Overall, without a complete
re-mastering, this album just bores me. The second half, Star
Booty, is a little better than the first, but sounds like
an early Dinosaur Jr. album recorded
in a fraternity basement. Overall, I can't help but be disappointed
with what I thought was going to be an amazing piece of art. |
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