Jan 31, 2008

Whoa, what the fuck is this, Modest Mouse? Eek. Jangly, airy college radio rock with hand wringing, poetaster lyrics that sound like they were penned by Jewel during a break-up-inspired fudge brownie/crying binge. Oof. Oscar Wilde’s ascotted corpse must be spinning in it’s grave. After each horrid song I expected to hear some dorky college kid D.J. with a pimply voice that hasn’t dropped yet. I’ll admit this: the very last song actually didn’t seem so bad, but that might just be because the previous four songs had all the zing and kapow of a couple of grandma boobs. Kids: This CD is an example of why art classes can be dangerous.

 –aphid (Kapow)

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