Review Summary: on the subject of things
In Turkey (lol Turkey), during the fourth century, Saint Nicholas of Myra was divinely led to a trio of already butchered children and willed them back to life. What does this have to do with Fambly 42
? They were both yellow? Maybe. Also: love and magic. In the same way that the children's flesh was salted for preservation, Fambly 42
's supremely catchy songs have hooks that will PRESERVE YOUR BRAIN. In startling likeness to the designs of the butcher who intended to use only the chewiest parcels of child as a substitute for ham, Fambly 42
excludes all but the most likable and fun tuneage for a pure listen with no filler. Bearing an uncanny resemblance to the kid-slaughterer who hid the corpses in buckets, the bare simplicity of these songs is partially masked in a pleasant lo-fi and reverb-y recording, the added noise filling out the songs more, installing another element, not to mention the fact that it just sounds sweet. The obvious transparent compatibility of the cries of the terrorized children and the shrill and urgent voice of Todd Congelliere is a missed chance for harmony. The Greek spoken in those times is probably as easily deciphered as the lyrics, yet they never fail to somehow strike a chord. Toys That Kill cull more emotion than seems possible. It took too many listen to realize that these dudes are brilliant. I like the fast jangly parts and the parts that are impossible to resist singing along to the most. DOOOOOON'T FORRGEEEEET COOOOOOLD BOOOYYS. I don't know who cold boys are. I'm not cold, I'm wearing a sweater. It's green. I don't feel like I'll ever forget cold boys. My other favorite parts are "Clap for Alaska". Merry Christmas *** you.