Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one.

-C.S. Lewis

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Shit sandwich

I will hazard to say that negative album reviews may be the most inherently hilarious form of English prose in which it is possible to express oneself.

A towering achievement of sludgy, mid-tempo homogeneity, Chapter V exists in a time warp where dead-serious, loud n' grandiose music still reads as affecting, and where blunt, graceless lyrics that shill their author's pedestrian pop-psych worldview don't bludgeon the senses -- like they do in real life. Big time.
This one's not exactly a knee-slapper, but hopefully you get my drift. Anyway, they make me laugh.

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