Echoes

I know I'm supposed to love this album. And
to some extent I really do like its weird Cure
aesthetic, but too much dance shit almost ruins it for me. I
honestly can't tell if they're being serious or ironic with
some of this stuff. Considering their hipster pedigree, it may
be the latter, but my heart is telling me otherwise. The lead
singer has a voice that might cause dogs to howl and the squeamish
to go running for cover, but it's affective for the somewhat
jarring genre of "dance punk." The music, with its bass kick,
rapid beats, and cowbell just kind of grabs you and shakes you
and screams at you to pay attention. Unfortunately, it also
tells me at points to look away from the horror with my headache
in full bloom. The music in and of itself is fun and energetic,
but the lyrics are as insipid as most funk and dance music.
Overall I like it, but really only in very small doses. |
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