Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Music and such

Lunch break at work, leads to music reviews. Why is there a comma there? Because I chose to put one there. Anyways, got into some different music while working here. Usually my playlist is dominated by Irish music (due to the deep seated rebel tones in the lyrics) Streetlight Manifesto (due to the upbeat happy music backing predominantly depressing lyrics that portray the reality of life and death). side note, in the words of the famous Winston Churchill, "Dinosaur fruit snacks? Hell yeah! If you don't like them, you're probably a nazi." Now, did Winnie really say that? I dare you to prove he didn't, the burden of proof lies with the negative, try not to embarrass yourself too much. Anyway, music.

The Killers-Hot Fuss

This album is old, it's not new, if it were new I'd be telling you something you didn't know. This album rocks. The singles off of it are Mr. Brightside, Somebody Told me, and Smile like you Mean it. Honestly, probably the most mediocre tracks on the album. If your experience with the Killers is over the radio, check out the album. The tracks Jenny Was a Friend of Mine, Ballad of Michael Valentine, and Believe me Natalie are great. For being a 'pop' rock band they have some actual musical talent. Their lyrics are interesting, often tell a story without being bland, oh, and the blues inflections done by the guitarist on Ballad demonstrate chops. Sadly there are some less than mediocre tracks (as with all albums) that really drag this one down.
Thumbs, stars, cred, props and such are for utter pansies unable to come up with anything more creative. People that couldn't improvise a wet fart after a bean burrito dinner. I'm going to rate this on my own damn scale. This album is a Pyrat XO rum. It's fairly common, most people regard it as cheap and overrated, however it's a well built solid pleasure that has subtle complexities that you discover each time you enjoy it.

"Baby, baby don't be so shy. Rock children hold your heads up high."

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