While this self-titled release is a coaster, perhaps with a lot of work on taking their songs the distance, they might be able to open for someone good.
Crispen Hunt’s vocals (complete with angelic falsetto) to make the Longpigs a great band, but they also write the most powerful pop songs I’ve ever heard.
Jello’s points sometimes risk getting lost amongst the slam-racket. Refer to the shocking, revelatory, and hilarious newsprint collage in the lyric booklet.
Nice throaty growling, some even-tempoed riffing, a few melodic transitions to break up the monotony, but with weak drum production and overall muddy sound.
Combining ’90’s self-titled EP and ’91’s, Who’s Laughing Now, this re-issue shows three members of Korn in their early, funky metal, solo-happy stages.
This album sound human, as if they were in a sitting room, with a few spectators, creating a music that is both dark and haunting as well as organic and fresh.
The tone is at times pure pop ethereal or woozy psychedelic “slackadaisical” and at others, an inventive, overly fuzzy organ-fueled search for a melody.
These guys in Belgium realized that if ya take half of a Portishead and do something Tricky to it, you end up with A New Stereophonic Sound Spectacular.