Sounds like the old-school music I would hear on the radio in Fallout, it's aight
and Eminem murdered you on your own shit xd
Renegade still slaps but there's a bunch of good stuff here with Takeover and Izzo being main standouts. There's also some lovely production throughout by Yeezy, so there's that.
TWO HEADED BOoooYYYY
Mangum's vocals are fairly limited but the actual result is pleasant in small doses. As a whole, Aeroplane is not quite deserving of the hype but it's inoffensive and delivers a folky charm while spinning a conceptual yarn seemingly alluding to the tragic figure of Anne Frank with bouncy melodies abound despite the actual singing being Bob Dylan levels of meh overall.
Heard Concubine, noped straight out. I went back to it and listened all the way through to see if my opinion would change. I get that this has a cult following but the incomprehensible shrieks of Bannon make me want to cut off my ears and stick them in a blender.
It's a channelling of rage and loss in the screams, blah blah blah. But so does literally every other metalcore/hardcore group and they don't sound like they're emasculating themselves in the process and you can actually make out ... read more
There's some interesting ideas buried in this grating assault on the senses and it's another album that stresses the point that just because it's unique, doesn't mean that it's good. I don't get black midi, they're pretty much just wanking on guitars while whatever vocals are delivered are bland, soulless and I'm pretty sure 'Marlene Dietrich' (which is the best cut here) has the swing sounding compositions of a Michael Buble song in the actual singing. I do enjoy complex musicianship ... read more
no x100
Another album by Swans for pretentious prats heralding it as the best thing since sliced bread because it's quirky and happens to do something different, I could record my washing machine for 11 minutes and it would still have more substance than what Gira and co are offering on some of these tracks. It's noise rock, I get it, it's still not good and I'm not on enough drugs to see it that way.
Some pretty instrumentation here but there's nothing groundbreaking to make it deserving of this level of hype or to separate it from its hipster with an acoustic guitar contemporaries. Frankly, it needs to be said that Tweedy's vocals are painfully flat, possess no range or interesting qualities and sound akin to drunken slurs you would hear at a karaoke bar, which I suppose is the point given the album is an ode to heartbreak and the vices one is driven to but this does not prevent it from ... read more