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Home Blitz Foremost & Fair
DiMaggio's permanently choked-up flamboyance-vox are something to behold and, yes, perhaps appreciate too -- a voice that loquaciously exudes personality right on through and, yes again, perhaps overbearingly so. Out of the fluctuating-degrees-of-legitimate arrangements, it's the domesticated state conveyed during a handful of great full-band-ish songs where he (and they) come across best, and most self-evidently. Ah, but then there's the flatulent goofy-keyb gasper-sonnets and stagnant chanteys, and a particularly flummoxing crypt-dive into rusty-chain-rustles/spotty yelps/miscellaneous knockings/empty space.
T. Hardy Morris Drownin' on a Mountaintop
When bitter-pill-narrator frontman T. Hardy isn't calling out phony city-slickers or slinkin' 'round towns and checking into 'cheapies', he puts out the vague notion of having been there/done that/seen it all -- insistent on having "stories that'll make you hurt" but when it comes time to tell 'em, they're rendered into the small-time country-boy rebellion of class clownin' and hair growin'. What does shine however is his knack for an unlikely turn-of-phrase: his choral proclamations of not taking back the things he said OR giving back the things he took have a quintessentially rudimental riotousness to them, "they caught me napping behind a
FKA Twigs M3LL155X
Ecstatic Vision Sonic Praise
Even if they were armed with just propulsive headfirst distorto-space riffage and a taste for trance-inducing repetition it would still enrapture. But given all the screaming organs, claps+bongos, lost-n-floating voices, ghost horns, and perpetually wailing solos that actually don't irk, it near reaches transcendence via full-on rockin' out with a schooled vintage-psychedelic palate. The only possibility for an appropriate pairing being old-gruff-biker-guy (i.e. Lemmy-like) frontman who makes "babe-eh" sound good and is most often coughing up nuggets of advice for when high/tripping/whathaveyou: look in the mirror, don't kill the vibe/just ch
Sightings Amusers and Puzzlers
Clamant assemblage of irate noise-rock-shamble laced with unintelligible rants, jackhammer gurgles, total turbulence both shoved into your cerebrum and hovering at a distance; usually with some obscure form of stable flow that can be extracted during the derangement. Yet the real patience-trier is arguably the calmest: "Syllabus of Errors", which may be just that since it's mostly buzz-crackle-hum for 16 minutes. I assume these sultanic expert-roughhousers are the type who get a kick out of irritating audiences and eroding eardrums via premeditated kinda-torture that doesn't necessarily puzzle or amuse. I respect that. It's the listening part
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Blatz / Filth The Shit Split
If you wanna get technical, something like a 3.5 for the Blatz side and something closer to a 2.5 for Filth. Cuz even though the former come off as merely an excuse to scream and shock and say 'fuk' as reasonably as they do a semi-legitimate band who practices every-so-often, Blatz's goofily exaggerated noxiousness and hostile ruckus-romp tends to be a preferable shtick to the latter's tendencies towards stiff-slop pissed-off sterility. Jake Filth's bone-dry scum-shouts can't hold a candle to the animated vocal-advantage of the Blatz wild guys+gals group effort, Filth's Peter and the Test Tube Babies sendup feels out-of-place whereas Blatz ma

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  • PappyMason Nice sound-off for that Miguel album man. Despite its flaws, it's a great listen!
    September 2 06:27 PM
  • cheapcrayon yo brudda
    July 10 11:06 PM

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