All the awkward lyrics of B&B with none of the banging hooks. Post manages to make it a
chore to get through even a 2 1/2 minute track like Saint-Tropez through not only a lack of
anything new to say (well, I guess "Versace boxers on my dick" is new) but also leaving out
the interesting hooks, which drew even me to songs like 'rockstar' and 'Psycho'. The
production too seems far worse than before. Post's beats were never the most original, but
I could not name you a single memorable (in a good way; see 'Allergic' and 'Wow.') beat
from this whole album, as opposed to Post classics the likes of 'I Fall Apart', 'Paranoid'
and 'Better Now'. Then there's his voice. Maybe it's the cigarettes, maybe it's just me
having grown sick of him, but his voice sounds like pure audible sandpaper on some tracks,
the most egregious offender being the insufferable teen-poppy 'Allergic''s title yelps.
That, or he sounds more bored than I feel. Even on 'A Thousand Bad Times', a track that
seems to be some kind of an 'Over Now'-type catharsis, it feels like Post is actively
racing the beat for who can bore me more. If at this point I were forced to pick a high-
point on the album, I would probably have to go for the title track and 'On the Road' for
not being too bland, although both do manage to overstay their welcomes. People might tell
me to give it a few more listens, but I feel like I have had more than enough so far. |
