De-Loused in the Comatorium

I like thinking that this album's sound is hooked up to a car battery waiting to combust. Because it is about as intense and sensational as an exploding vehicle. The instrumental palettes and performances are punchy, melodic, and exhilarating. It's what I need more in prog rock. Most prog-rock records are too heavy-handed in terms of narrative importance and take themselves too seriously. While this album also tells a very pronounced story, TMV does not waste its potential by telling its story in an overbearing matter. You can clearly tell with these tracks that their main goal is to have a shitload of fun in the process. Because this album is a sonic blast from front to back.

Every song exemplifies this band's unending amounts of character and unique ability to melt soundscapes with Latin-flavored post-hardcore(ish) guitar music. It's rare to hear a band this early in their career master their sound so convincingly, but the Rick Rubin-produced, Flea-twanging bassiness that is De-Loused is perhaps the primary selling point for this album. It's so easy to get into, and it is such an appropriate record to vibe with if you're in that depressing mood again.

Now that I think about it, this album would be good at curing depression. Yeah... Yeah! Fuck therapy. This is my shit.

Favorite Tracks: Drunkship of Lanterns, Eriatarka, Televators
Least Favorite Track: Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt (still great, though)