This album was an evil kick in the nuts. After listening to this album, I thought I could take down a full-grown Alaskan moose with evil thoughts of evil riffs. Suck the darkness, Bullwinkle!
This album was a trippy kick in the nuts. The beginning of "Time" sounds like denting Tupperware, but it's a countdown to melodic splendor. Ooooh the colors... and we're off to see the wizard, Dorothy.
Cross Music from the Morning of the World, Elvis, Sepultura, Gregorian chant, The Beach Boys, my Uncle Dave, a rainbow trout and a chainsaw... You've got California. I appreciate this album in the same way people think Van Gogh was a genius even though we all know the freak cut his friggin' ear off. Schizophrenic kick to the nuts.
"But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado..." But you may be saying to yourself, "Be Raz, you silly goose, tornadoes don't have eyes." F-you. If late 80's early 90's Mustaine says tornadoes have eyes, they do. If you question this album, it will eat your face. This is a spiked, acid-coated kick to the nuts.
I had to separate this form California by Rust in Peace because if I didn't, Mike Patton would be kicking Wolfmother in the nuts. I love Patton, but I love every song on this album like a lioness loves her cub. It makes me want to split someone in twain with me great axe and drink mead from a yak's horn. Here's a grand, nostalgic, power-trio kick to the nuts.
"Drag him out your window dragging out your dead singing I miss you snakes and ladders flip the lid out pops the cracker smacks you in the head, knifes you in the neck, kicks you in the teeth steel toe caps takes all your credit cards get up..." Don't forget "kicks you in the nuts."
One of the all-time great basslines on the track "Hysteria." When Muse first hit the scene, I felt like I was cheating on Radiohead. Now I have embraced muse as Radiohead's evil lil' cousin who was constantly beaten for being a redhead and forced to eat porridge in the attic only to arise with indignant rage to kick you in the nuts.
Hey na na na. Kiiiiick youuuur nuuuuuts tooooomorrow. Hey na na na. Tomooooroooohoooooow.
Suicidal, schizophrenic, massively depressed: must be a musician. Only E can create a stunningly beautiful track and name it "World of Sh!t." E and the Soul jacker deliver a sweetly mournful kick in the nuts.
Why do all of the good ones die? I guess most of the good ones just don't live long enough to suck. Mark Sandman was one of the coolest people on the planet. His voice was cool, his low-guitar was cool, his look was cool, his friggin' pocket protector was cool. Any of the Morphine albums are a sweet 'n' low kick to the nuts.
They may well be the best band you never heard of. Friggin' Fu Manchu, suckaz. These guys make songs that hurt your grandma without feeling sorry for it. "Asphalt Risin'" may be one of the ultimate headbanger tracks. These guys don't even need professional recording quality to kick you in the nuts. Instead, they just kinda riff you in the nuts.
Yup. "Waitin' for a Superman" may be my favorite song of all time. Every time I listen to that tune I get teary-eyed. You know the feeling that youget after being hit in the nuts. You know how it builds, first in your guts, and then it slowly crescendoes in your nuts? That's this album.
I never really fancied myself a blues fan. But I have almost worn this CD through. This disc has a bit of everything to it, and all of those bits are fantastic. I want to join a triple-threat tag team with these two guys, and together we will rule the wrestling world just by being more awesome than anybody on steroids or any other performace enhancers can be, simply with riffs. Attack and release is a turnbuckle to the nuts.
LED... ZEP... PEL... BAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM (Yo nuts).
1 comment:
Wow! I was looking forward to seeing what your 5 favorite bands were, but you kicked that idea in the nuts! Bigtime kudos for having "California" and "Rust In Peace" on there.
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