Over at Spectrum Culture, I went long on a forgotten nu-metal band and its only record: The Union Underground’s An Education in Rebellion.
I basically argue that the album is self-aware, and that the profanity-laden toilet it swims in is actually a meta-commentary on nu-metal as a whole.
The worst kind of pop record: one that spends its entire runtime insisting on its greatness instead of actually proving it. Yeah, FOB can still write a killer hook, but it’s buried under Top 40 production with an everything-and-the-kitchen-sink mentality. (That they included the album’s title and one song title in all caps suggests partial self-awareness.) Sure, guitars make an occasional appearance, but their function is less songwriting tool than reminder of their existence. At one point Stump asks, “Are you smelling that shit?” Great question, but you should be looking in the mirror when you pose it.
I got a new procedure for fixing broken bones – call that a cast system.
This is a joke, right?
Wrote about the new C.O.C. record over at Spectrum Culture.
It’s a solid record, especially given that comes 3.5 decades into their career.
If you like the Pepper Keenan-era stuff, then check it out.
I punch the clock like I’m Stan Burrell – call that hammer time.
So yeah, this happened.
The queen of country finally decided to make a bland Top 40 pop song with even blander lyrics (“I’m a fighter like Rocky/ Put you flat on your back like Ali”). The premier vocalist of this generation is utterly wasted on this pap.
And Luda? He fucking does the each-letter-stand-for-X thing for his verse (“The ‘I’ is for integrity, innovative career”). Also a waste of talent. Goddammit.
Not even a Patriots-less Super Bowl can justify this vapidity.