Epic transformations which at first seem incongruous become natural crescendos, multi-dimensioned vocal melodies prove themselves to be many limbs to one body.
Limp has slowed down. Not that they’ve gone emo or anything so tragic, but instead of flying along at Strung Out paces, they’re rolling along like Nerf Herder.
Once you strip away the weird cover, the goofy titles, the “if we forgot ya, fuck ya” thank-you list, and the liquor store photos, you have a very safe record.
I’ve played open-eyed punkers my CD, and they were duly impressed. They’re Canadian, cuz Scots had to migrate somewhere. Leave it to the Scots to go “up,” eh?