album bit to skate by and be eligible as a review: it's great, godrich is a preternaturally good fit for the band, hooks are here... but oh my god this album is structured so weirdly, every song after fitter happier sounds like it's the end so it just drags its feet through good songs for ages
to go off-topic: i've never seen a site with a more truly sick culture that was designed to be seen by the masses than this one. while lord of the flies heavily fictionalised its children becoming ... read more
love how the evil present in hayter's work has gotten more implicit yet somehow pernicious. we don't need spikes in noise, or even a huge amount of distortion or anxious builds; hell, on that first song, it's the recording quality itself that feels evil with how it fades in and out.
not having the digital harshness of a caligula both in the low-end and in the moments where the mix peaks is excellent for reflecting not only the older spirit of the work, but if anything indicating that age is ... read more
a part of what aided rock music in its utter ascendancy to dominance in the late 60s that people seem to underrate is the extent to which lay people and artist-critics were united in their love for it. it may have been perceived poorly by fascists and by some academic composers of the era, but make no mistake: the most forward-thinking rock music of that time was adored by both joe schmoe and the local artisans. whether it was the velvet underground and constituent members, the beach boys, the ... read more
let's put aside varg as a person because conversations about the music get nowhere otherwise; he's a pile of shit and financially endorsing him is an act of moral compromise that you simply don't fucking walk back from.
the music on its own terms is insufferably boring. i've seen people call this trance-like, but when everything except the guitars are played in this amateur of a fashion, i can't get into the groove; the drums stick out too much and the synth leads are stabbing when they show ... read more
easily his worst since who made the sunshine. a project where everyone showed up except westside himself; his rapping is at its worst in years here, with lumbering, awkward flows on especially the trap songs but even on the more traditional griselda cuts. parts of this album sound cheap as hell too; miguel the plug should not have been allowed to have been the most present producer on this thing. the features are split between unnecessary and golden; for every dj drama shouting aimlessly or ... read more