What the fuck?
Let's pretend that your name is "Pablo." Pablo is a pretty unusual name. There are other people in the world named Pablo, but they all live in other countries so you don't know any of them. Your life is pretty interesting, because it's pretty hard for a kid named Pablo to turn out normal. But you're okay with that. And everyone's okay with you. You're Pablo, the individual. Then, one day, you find out that there's actually a musical artist out there who's named Pablo, who's signed to Victory Records, and who absolutely fucking sucks. What would you do, Pablo, in this situation?
Personally, I mean, if it was me, I'd swear a lot. Except I'm not even sure if I'd hate this album any less if this scumbag hadn't stolen my name. This album is - I've thought about this, and I don't think I'm exaggerating - the worst I've ever heard. Let's ponder that for a moment. That means that I would rather listen to anything instead of this. Uncle Kracker? Sure. Ja Rule? You bet. Insane Clown Posse? Fucking sign me up.
I can't even really describe the music here. It's basically industrial-ish, techno-ish bullshit. Annoying and unoriginal beats loop, while a trying-to-be-sinister voice says things about angels being pissed on and dancing. That's about it. As far as I can tell, each of the nine tracks on this album is some slight variation on that formula. I can't imagine anyone truly liking this. Maybe thinking it was funny, or listening to it ironically, but not legitimately liking it. The only situation in which I could imagine someone buying this would be if a misguided kid in an Atreyu shirt noticed the Victory logo on the CD case, and decided to take a chance. Even he would be disgusted.
I saw an ad for this album that said: If an underground Radiohead got violated by a drugged out Postal Service after returning mail from Fischerspooner, you'd meet your new friend, Giles. Yes. That sure would be convenient. A more accurate description would be: If some dickweed from Between the Buried and Me realized that his new laptop came with a free copy of Fruityloops, this is what he could shit out in a half hour. Maybe. Actually, that is what happened, and the fact that Victory Records decided to put out actual copies of this album, in actual music stores is insulting.
Seriously, what a bunch of fucking jerks.
