Continues to take goosestep-dancing strides, furthering the path blazed by their claustrophonic eponymous debut and the Costello-with-Tourette’s of Destroy.
A catchy collection of unapologetic indie-brand pop, Hot Saki… would probably survive quite nicely on its own, even without the Pumpkins’ added cachet.
All the requirements of an over-talented grunge/funk/rock band. Fil Pacino has a rough, purebred voice, while the band Pearl Jams behind him to a Chili beat.
No stone is left unturned, escorting us from acid parties with Cary Grant, JFK, and Marilyn Monroe, to behind the scenes of the assassination of the President.
Some reviewers are under-sexed, racist, homophobic chauvinists with a vocabulary of 100 assorted grunts, but then again, most metalheads are fucking stupid.
Versatile, knowledgeable, and comfortable praising what needs to be praised, and slamming what needs to be slammed. Subversive Agenda doesn’t dick around.