a personal favorite of mine in his discography - fully acknowledging that there are “better” records in terms of presentation and performances. accompanied alongside Vincent Gallo’s visuals, this comes to be an irresistibly endearing display of raw creativity submerged underneath a shallow puddle of questionable production choices and premature vocals

i have had long existing pretense that this was supposed to be nothing short of an absolute dumpster fire. i come out of it now only in moderate agreement. this absolutely did not warrant a cinematic runtime for something that more often than not felt meandering and aimless. that being said, I would have liked to see her further iterate upon this sound rather than retreating back to safe and conventional radio-friendly hits.

i'd only really recommend Dooo It!, Space Boots, Bang Me Box, ... read more

may very well be indicative of my attention deficit zoomer brain rot but this shit goes hard at 2x speed

fantano bandwagon be damned, i actually kind of liked this. i will concede however that i was considerably zoinked on first listen. I’m sure Miley would approve.

it insists upon itself at times and would have benefited from a more concise tracklist. still enjoyed it though, albeit not as much as i used to.

a beautifully dysfunctional outlier in their discography that I believe is deserving of more recognition.

a decent song behind a trashy movie that left every middle aged suburban mom in a loveless marriage soaking onto their theater seats

pretty emblematic of its cover. wave after waves of strained, stilted vocals and dreary guitar drones.

highly re playable and enjoyable front to back. would like to say this is my all around favorite from danny even though it doesn't quite reach the highs found in atrocity exhibition. definitely one i can listen to at any time and not feel terrible afterwards.

must be missing something. couldn't hear much of anything past the first track. it was a novel take on power noise for what it was though. rest is just leaving me scratching my head. my ears feel wet.

my introduction to Allen Epley and friends. rarely a dull moment on here and filled with some kick ass instrumentals guaranteed to make any millennial dad thrash down in his cargo shorts and stained vintage tees.

surprisingly fun listen, gormless cover aside. wonder if hugh jackman listened to this in preparation for his role in the movie adaptation.

title track inflicted a special type of dissociative anxiety i've only experienced when trudging through bustling city squares and crowded concert arenas. rest of the album is pretty standard affair and fine enough for what it is, just doesn't quite deliver the same oppressively sterile atmosphere as it did from the start.

pretty happy with how this project came out. frankly i'm still surprised i was able to organize something like this while still being in elementary. strange how i can't seem to remember much of that time these days.

shit is absolutely flames bruv, proper banger innit 🇬🇧🎆🎇☕️

cute cat, cute songs, cute singer.

hell of a time capsule, reeks of hair spray and youthful arrogance. dated enough to be a fun novelty or melancholic source of nostalgia.

frusciante's early records exude a uniquely intimate, stream-of-consciousness quality that feels as though you're peering into his drug-induced dreams (more so night-terrors in this case). while niandra had its fair share of off-beat experimentation and cryptic lyricism, smile takes you straight into the deep end with only brief moments for air. in those murky depths lie a disjointed collection of incoherent mumbling and guttural shrieks that paint a grim picture of a man ensnared in ... read more

remember enjoying this more than I did upon revisiting. at worst it's a pleasantly unremarkable listen, which, admittedly, was a good portion of this album. some standout moments were angel of small death, from eden, to be alone, and the bonus tracks featured in this edition. can see the appeal, but just ain't quite for me.

for some reason I wanted to like this more than I did, maybe because this has grown a *slight* cult following (it’s only been like 2 years) and had a weirdly compelling vibe. i respect the attempt at something different and can see the appeal behind it in places past jimmy cooks (overdrive, sticky, massive, flight’s booked, texts go green). ultimately, I still come out of it every time feeling like there’s something missing. why this is my most nuanced and conflicted take on ... read more