I like jokes, and I’ve been known to say fuck this or that from time to time. But, here’s the thing—when someone says, “Fuck______,” I’m expecting one of two things. One, that whoever is saying, “fuck_____” is actually better than _____. Or two, that whoever is saying, “fuck_____” is so ridiculously full of shit that it’s funny. (Bloodbath And Beyond could pretty much say fuck anyone, and I’d be behind them.) Here, The Tattle Tales say, “Fuck the Ergs,” and even though they’re joking about the Ergs (one of them is even sporting an Ergs shirt in the photo on the back), I know they’re not a joke band, so my expectations are set. Within three seconds of the first song starting, I’m disappointed. They’re pop, which I expected, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so bubblegum. I can take it in small doses, but by the second side, it’s so sweet (songs about Inspiration Point and dreamy boys) that I feel a bit sick. Sick, and a bit violent. Use sparingly.
–megan (Rally)