Exmilitary
I know that for some reason I’m supposed
to like this because the blogosphere says I should. Like a drunken
homeless man screaming over a skipping MIA
CD, I’m not sure what the appeal is here besides something for
suburban white kids to get angry at. We did the rap metal thing
in the 90s, didn’t we? And didn’t it turn into a complete fucking
joke? Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t Linkin Park or Limp
Bizkit or anything, but has that agro thing that those bands were going after. Sonically it's more like someone getting ahold
of Dizzee Rascal and asking
him to amp up the screams and then putting a 5th grader on an
808 and letting him hit some buttons. Songs are not really present
anywhere here. It’s more like a bunch of crap being flung at
the wall by a retarded monkey on Red Bull after going through
military training with a Central American junta. The idea here
is obviously to assault the senses in every way possible, but
rather than assault, it really just insults. How or why anyone
would ever want to listen to this album more than once is beyond
me. Granted, I was never a hardcore fan either, so electronic
noise and bad rap-yelling somehow holds even less appeal to me. Maybe
I’m just a stick in the mud, but this feels like an experiment
gone horribly awry. The song “Blood Creepin” with its “ooooh
waaa ooohh waaa” shit is enough to make any normal human being
want to leap from somewhere very high. But, after all, maybe that’s the point? |
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