Review Summary: Robb likes flipping people off, and guess what....so do I
"
I have nothing left for nobody else, I have nothing left for nobody" - Robb Flynn
Well, ...it appears he has a
lot left with what one would call "less than trite" or "
imaginative." Catharsis is not only their best work to date, but also a stepping stone for an entire new genre. This genre is called
Fuck You. This album kicks your ass from beginning to end. Robb has been in the game since 1991 when other pussy bands were writing about their feelings for girls and doing homework and all of that stupid shit. Robb has come from Burn My Eyes (bad album) to this masterpiece and he does it with a fierce, yet subtle, middle finger...or two. Now, some of you may be asking yourselves "why is this good?" Well I can help you there. It's good because Robb said so. If you have a problem with that, then 2 middle fingers for you, my friend. Let's get down do business on why this album is not only going to be the Album Of The Year, but as well as Album Of The Century.
The opening track on
Catharsis starts out with one line. One thing Robb has been trying to say for years. One, or I should say, three words he has tattooed on his cock. If you guessed "Fuck The World", you are correct. Now, some of you might be saying "did he rip that off from the band Driller Killer?". If so, who cares, Robb is a million times better at singing than that sellout phony, not to mention there is more to this cupcake than a clown could fathom. A Slipknot-esque opening, Machine Head has something to prove here. They are not a radio-rock band from Iowa. They are a kickass band from the gates of hell. Every time Robb plays his signature "Drop B" 321 chord (single note) progression, my dick gets hard. Every time Robb flips a random listener off, I get harder. Every time Robb raps and melds it into a segue of pure crunch only the best Friedman amps have to offer these days, gets my shit cocked and loaded. Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast? More like Let this album fuck you in the ass and call you back the next day with gifts. A gift of the album on vinyl. Yeah, Robb went there, and I went crazy.
The story of California Bleeding refers to a time when Robb was in Los Angeles and he cut himself while he was loading a trailer. He then moved to San Francisco and delved into a deep state of being rude, stepping on ants at his own leisure and..yep you guessed it, flipping random people off. "I have no friends" - Robb Flynn. Well, I'm your friend, just don't go to Disneyland like you said and stay metal. Then we come to Robb in his Triple Beam stage. We all know what this means, 2 middle fingers and a boner. That's the trifecta here. He stabs people in the chest, he's paranoid, he is coming down, he's 50 years old and he is ready to turn up that Triple Beam. Kaleidoscope is basically the albums main premise. He doesn't "give a fuck". He will, and I repeat, he
will flip you off here. If you are offended, go fuck yourself.
This album just keeps getting better! Screaming At The Sun is Robb's way of saying, "Fuck You, Sun". And yes, we all know the Sun is a pain in the ass. Sunburns, blinded, making shit grow. This is bullshit. Robb is about anti-growth, i.e. Burn My Eyes and The More Things Change. Yes, please change, I said. Please do more rap and tell me just exactly
how to flip someone off with swagger. The catchy hooks on just about every song here makes me wet. I mean, hard. "I'm screaming now!" Yes you are, and so will the billions of fans at your show during this epic tour of this album that defines Machine Head of who they are, who they should have been and who Korn and Slipknot
wish they were today.
The acoustic riffs on this album are not to go unnoticed. It's all a part of Robb's way of saying "I love you, I will tell a riddle, I will tell another tale, I have cuts and scabs, I wear a mask". But when that mask comes off, it's all middle fingers. And a boner. the Triple Beam.
If you like old Machine Head, don't bother with this recording. This is far too complex for the simple minded try-hards that can't accept that this is, by far, Machine Head's best album. Ever.
