Album Rating: 3.0 | Sound Off
Highlights:
When They Come For Me
Wretches and Kings
Waiting for the End
Blackout
Shitfests:
Robot Boy
The Messenger
The 6 goddamned interlude tracks.
got a review written, will post it when the album actually gets released. ain't nearly as good as this, though.
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Album Rating: 3.5
Robot Boy, Iridescent, and The Messenger all suck. The rest is pretty solid once you get used to the sound on this album.
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Album Rating: 3.0 | Sound Off
hmmm? I actually enjoyed Iridescent; it had some pretty emotional vox from Chester, if it wasn't entirely memorable.
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Album Rating: 1.5 | Sound Off
Dont know why you would say the messenger suck. I personally like it. And Iridescent. This seems a pretty nice album to me.
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Album Rating: 3.0 | Sound Off
the messenger just seemed really, well... meh. i mean meh, as in, pretty much anyone could've written it. it's just personal taste, though.
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Album Rating: 3.5
I hate The Messenger. Best tracks are Blackout and When They Come For Me.
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Album Rating: 3.0 | Sound Off
I'm not a robot/I am not a monkey/I will not dance even if the beat is funky
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Album Rating: 3.5
I love the line about Hybrid Theory
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I'm not a robot/I am not a monkey/I will not dance even if the beat is funky
Can you imagine if this line was on Blackout? It would totally ruin the song.
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Album Rating: 3.5
Well, duh.
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Album Rating: 2.0
I’ve been taking into crates ever since I was livin’ in space
Before the rat-race, before monkeys had human traits
Mastered numerology and big-bang theology
Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I start blessin’ it
And chin-checkin’ kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I’m made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of the emcees that hate us
So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
I’ve tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplish
(Mixed media)
The stamp of approval is on this
Akira, put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Sprayin’ bright day over what you might say
Blood type carillon
Technicolor type A
On highways with road rage I’m patient to win
The cage and the tin to bounce all around
In surround sound devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Overall the same things sing songs karaoke copy madness
Break bones verbally to sticks and stone tactics
Fourth dimension, combat convention
Write rhymes at ease while the tracks stand at attention (Attention)
Meant to put you away with the pencil
Pistol, official, 16 line rhyme missile
Why you risk it all, I pick out of your flaws
Spin, blah-blah-blah-blah
You can say you saw
too bad he won't rap like this anymore
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sup gaiz
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Album Rating: 3.5
fucking yes. love high voltage.
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idk if im going to check this out im scared : (
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I'm not a robot/I am not a monkey/I will not dance even if the beat is funky
That's probably one of the worst lines I've ever heard. And yeah, High Voltage is the tits
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it's the unforgettable sound
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H! Vltg3 you guys mean
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Original is better, even if the remix is done by Evidence
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Not a fan of the original, sounds too serious with the strings and vocal samples
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Yeah, so much better
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