They seem to be going back to those "Anthem of the Peaceful Army" vibes with the newest songs, and honestly, I wish they’d go back to the Garden’s Gate sound instead. That’s where they’re best.
That said, I liked the songwriting here, but my two icks are Josh's screams and the fucking mixing. YES THEY GOT COBB OUT OF HERE!
"God Does Love Ugly tries too hard to be all things at once—a trap-banging opus, a spiritual journey, a mic-shredding clinic—that it ends up being none of them for very long."
I could have written a review about this album but Paul Attard of Salt Magazine put it so accurately into words that I can’t help but just quote him here.
Doesn’t reinvent the wheel in any way shape or form but it’s enjoyable for what it is.
For fans of Panzerfaust-era Darkthrone and some Judas Iscariot. There’s some slow and folksy passages à la AA-era Drudkh thrown in there too. There’s even some riffs reminiscent of post-bm acts like Fluisteraars that come in later on (4th track especially). Kampfar too on track 5… Anyways, good album, give it a spin.
When you meditate, you end up noticing things that your mind used to throw under the carpet. You hear the bird songs, the wind rustling leaves, the river splashing against stones, the sound of your breath, the sound of the industrial fan in the distance.
Meditation forces you to slow down, and pay attention to the things that you usually filter out of your awareness.
If you sit with it, and be patient with it, this album will have a similar effect on you. You will be forced to focus on what ... read more
"Postscript" is a beautiful tribute to everything that Fairyland represents and has been since its inception, and closing the album with a track featuring Elisa C. Martin who sang on the debut is a genius choice for a closer. Phil Giordana would be proud of what the boys have created here.
If you had told me last year that my 2025 Album of the Year would be a Miley Cyrus joint, I would’ve told you to get your crystal ball surgically removed and stop microdosing ayahuasca at brunch. Or assumed I had developed early-onset dementia from breathing in too many Yankee Candle fumes at my aunt’s place.
And yet, here I am, halfway through my second listen, googling “is it normal to cry to a Miley song sax solo?” and wondering if I’ve just entered my Dancing ... read more
"Haha. Let me take 2 hours of my precious time to listen to something I know I’m gonna hate. Haha. I wonder if there’s anything better to do that would be a better use of my time… like getting a job... or studying… or doing sports… or learning about the stock market… or enrolling in an online course… or reading a book… or watching a new movie that’s been told was great… or listening to an actual album I might come back ... read more
I thought they’d emptied the tank with those three back-to-back EPs — so when they announced an album right after, I was ready for a crash.
But holy shit. That single might’ve cracked my fucking spine.
Imagine if, instead of having his liver torn out daily by an eagle, Prometheus were doomed to awaken each morning with his hands and feet shackled, utterly powerless, as the Moon itself—cold, colossal, and unyielding—was slowly lowered onto his chest. The crushing weight would tear his body apart, inch by agonizing inch, grinding him into oblivion, only for his torment to reset with the dawn.
Every day.
For eternity.
It’s a tragedy that this man raps on such vanilla-flavoured, cardboard-looking, halfway-baked, corporate-licking, undercooked ass beats.
It’s like putting a Lamborghini Aventador’s motor in a 1995 Toyota Tercel.
If ππ’ πππ‘π was more dynamic by sounding like an exploration of a forest’s diverse content, πΏππ π½ππ§ππ is more akin to a meditation; a traverse through a barren mountain range.
It is cold, lingering, deathly, penetrative and soon enough, it reaches your bone marrow and you exhale a fog of frost.
You take a slow step… and then another… and then another… and then another… in a seemingly never-ending trek across these ... read more
And for the first positive review on this page:
Shit’s fire, some of their best material in career.
"But Baylen, they’re cringe! They’re ranting about cancel culture and shit!"
Bro i don’t give a shit, when has Motley Crue’s appeal been about lyrics anyway
If π was released under the "Sigur Ròs" name instead of "Coldplay" it’d have a 92 average π€·π»βοΈ
Also, I can’t be the only one who noticed that the bassline on ONE WORLD is almost the same as the one on "Sky Saw" from Brian Eno’s "Another Green World". Considering that Brian Eno was only involved on ONE WORLD, this can’t be a coincidence π
Bro threw me in the desert and forcefed me an LSD tab, and then a genie appeared and it started playing folk muzak
I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Been deep in every weekend if you couldn't tell
They say, "Teamwork makes the dream work"
Hell, I had some help (Help)
Na nana nana nana nanananana nana nana nana nanananana