Album Reviews
Review: Body Meπa – Prayer in Dub
Aesthetics, schmaesthetics. Songwriting, schmongwriting. Consonance, schmonsonance. Who needs em, anyway?
Aesthetics, schmaesthetics. Songwriting, schmongwriting. Consonance, schmonsonance. Who needs em, anyway?
I leave for two hours and you turn my house into a burning skull mountain wasteland? That’s it, I’m hiring a babysitter next time.
Trick or treat! We’ve got a bunch of proggy candy for you here, or if you want a trick we can egg your house with Nickelback CDs.
Who needs vocal melodies when you can just talk intently about surrealism and the occult?
Warning: oblique references to current events within.
I wish I had synesthesia for this thing!
Singer man is melodramatic and double bass goes blast blast blast and solos go weedly.