You know when you’re driving down the road, listening to the greatest mix tape ever made on the tape deck, windows down, enjoying the world and every single beautiful creature in it? Isn’t that a nice feeling? You know what happens when that feeling of content gets completely obliterated as soon as you reach that red light at a construction site; dust and smoke fly in your face and, no matter how loud you turn your speakers up, the sounds of drills and tractors completely overpower your glorious mix tape? This record is like that very construction zone. Nihilism’s overrated, and screaming about it will make nothing better. Can they grow a couple brain cells already? Can the bands grow even more? These types of albums must destroy any potential brain growth and activity.
–guest (Rockin’ Bones)