There is no sane way to review this CD. 44 minutes of songs, covers, sounds and either madly witty lyrics, or stupid-as-hell stories/parodies. Or something.
Allow the glorious feedback of Sonic Boom to caress thine skin and alter thine eyes as the stumbling auditory brook splashes you to see the secrets of Now.
Almost entirely instrumental, using synths and sampling to create an evil, eerie, Middle Eastern-type motif. Capable of inspiring more maleficence than Slayer.
A series of records devoted to power pop, which essentially means catchy, guitar-based, American-sounding pop tunes. It’s 21 of those songs – in a row.
Remember Curve? Well, chuck that wall of shoegaze haze, toss in a few funky beats (courtesy of producer Butch Vig) and you have a rough blueprint for Garbage.