Review Summary: A masterpiece of modern music which combines the polyphonic twelve-tone method of Schoenberg with the sonic force of Mahler and the structural logic of Brahms. A timeless classic,and a monument to human creativity.
17 of 17 thought this review was well writtenFagtown, the dense classic, begins with a quotation from Shakespeare:
"God's a liar
Cause he betrayed satan
My master
I don't believe in god, cause
he's a liar, and he betrayed satan
But he doesn't exist I don't need god,
cause I wear black pants
And black shirts, and black makeup
And black makeup"
This short but powerful passage, taken from Hamlet, epitomizes the intellectual rigor of Poopfist's composition as well as formulates the basis on which the rest of the album will be driven forward - at the beginning, they have already opened with the question which has plagued mankind so profoundly - does god exist? what is his nature? what lies beyond?
Poopfist is composed of four different musical prodigies - Mikey Bloat, Baron Gunter von Prolapse, Charlie McRapeKit, and, of course, the passionate leader of the band, Anal Samuelson. Having met during their time in the prestigious Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, the four decided to detach themselves from the orchestra, finding that its tired selection of Beethoven and Bach was, in their words, "gay", and feeling that their peers were "fags". The group then formed Poopfist, which has left an indelible (skid)mark on the musical world, with its brilliant encapsulation of the human spirit.
Poopfist's fagtown is a testimony to the poetic brilliance of Charlie McRapeKit, whose poignant vocals serenade the listener through the album, the bombastic, forceful instrumentals of Anal Samuelson, who overpowers his listeners with his mesmorising harmonies. A truly cathartic experience, not unlike Beethoven's third symphony in its magnitude, ambition, and its massive emotional scope.
