MIDNIGHT LASERBEAM: A Death in the Discotheque: CD

At some point I fell asleep while listening to this but I think I remember it being sort of a collection of mushy atmospheric lullabies that sound a bit like the Cure crossed with the Afghan Whigs crossed with a warm bottle of Enfamil baby formula. It just oozes from the speakers like creamy spit-up from the gaping mouth of a giant baby a-snooze and dreaming fitfully of being tangled up in Robert Smith’s octopus hairdo. While beating this thing to death with a garden weasel certainly sounds satisfying, it would ultimately be something akin to attacking a big soggy saltine cracker. Frightfully uninteresting.

 –aphid (Mattress)