Not without its finer points, but overall, the dope has too many seeds and not enough resin, and the lies aren’t big enough to lengthen Pinocchio’s proboscis.
Very good lyrics and a certain rhythmic sincerity are what shine through the somewhat humdrum format and make Timco’s brand of “sadcore” especially addictive.
Incorporating dance beats, sound effects like the winged terror Rodan, and a guest appearance by Faith No More’s Mike Patton, every song takes on its own style.
While duh-rock guitars plod and solos rip, there are preachers prophecizing, porno stars humping, and warbling horns that sound like elephants with indigestion.