Review Summary: You can still call me a cunt if you like, 'cause you'll still put the batteries in the baby, like a simpering NAMBLA freak
Hanging out with Peter Sotos wasn't the worst decision you could've made. Sure, everyone gives you the sideways eye now that they think you're a paedophile, but it's not that bad really. You're more revolting than ever, and to top it off you have even more shi
t to yell about.
It was a blessing in disguise, you should know that. You of all people.
Okay, maybe it wasn't the best timing. You were finally hitting your peak with Bird Seed, and now you can't shake the feeling that they're judging you, endlessly, ceaselessly... and don't give me that, "we haven't hit our peak yet," bullshi
t. You know you'll never write another Wriggle Like a Fu
cking Eel, and you know you'll never live up to the expectations that Bird Seed left. You'll probably just release Bird Seed part 2 and hope that it goes down just as well, but you know that won't fu
cking cut it. Sure, it's all a bit more dynamic and rhythmic this time around, but let's face it, Guru sounds just like Philosophy of a Wife Beater, and Killing Hurts features the exact same percussive thump that Cut Hands did only three years before. It seems you're out of ideas, even with this renewed sense of anger. You're nothing more than a dribbling old man with a point to prove.
You can return every false accusation with twice the vigour and bile, but you know it won't change anything. It might please your fans, and it might even distract them from the fact you're stagnating more than ever before, but in all honesty, you'll still be seen as that attention-hungry offense-monger that hung out with Sotos. You can tell everyone how much you hate them, you can call me a cu
nt yet another fu
cking time, but it won't offend me in the slightest. I'm used to it, you're not shocking me any more.
Yet I must admit, you still sound as angry as ever, and for a poor imitation of Bird Seed, Asceticists hits the spot pretty well. It is better than anything you released in the 80s, but let's not kid ourselves, that isn't saying much at all.
I guess I'm just not feeling it. Maybe you've finally lost your edge. I'm sorry to be so harsh, but I can't help but think that you're too far gone. I don't think there's any coming back from this.
Now, as I see it
from where i'm looking
that's really just the way it is.