Liberal splashes of china white on art metal walls bleeding south into the singed edges of amber waves over fuzzy fields hiding silos and secret laboratories.
Take yer basic psychosurf and rootsrock barnstomp, add some barely passable guitar playing, a little simplistic drumming, and a bunch of fairly awful singing.
24 songs by 24 bands. They have no relation to one another stylistically or thematically. I’m not sure why they’re all crammed together on the same CD.
Spacy liquid pop with enough rough edges and hooks for your ear to get a toehold, textured and ambient but with enough complexity to keep your attention.
Heavy, moody pop with crashing guitars. Jaik Miller’s vocals on “Scary Dream Fade” are so overwhelmingly raw they raised the hair on the back of my neck.
Nothing wrong with the playing or the production on these tracks. Most of it’s pretty good, but I’m still not coming up with much to say about it, good or bad.
The more aggressive stuff works pretty well, but doesn’t make enough of an impact to support the anticlimax of the two folky meanderings that wrap up this disc.
If you remixed the Chili Peppers’ first album and added scratching and funky samples and replaced Anthony with Mike Patton, you’d end up with Trapped Instinct.