Smother Magazine
No it’s not the Hanson Brothers as you adoringly know them. Or hopefully woefully scorn. This is the punk version. Canadian brand punk/hardcore rock that exists well outside of even the mainstream underground scene. It’s a shame that it totally blows ass chunks and is not worth even a drunken listen let alone a sober one. Yawn city.
Mustache rides, $0.25. But in all seriousness, Tracy Stefans composes disposable country rock that occasionally hits a good note or two with the every-now-and-again knee-slapper, other than that, this is just plain trailer park boredom.
Oh wow this is some pretty hideous singing. While I am an admitted hater of the garage rock sound, I have been doing this long enough to spot talent. The May Fire has very few chops, very little creativity, and yawns their way into each chorus. Singer Catty Tasso is a breathy singer who wants to conjure Kim Deal real bad (nothing on “The List” would even be a b-side of the lesser Deal twin’s Breeders, let alone anything the mighty Pixies did), but falls real damn short. The best part of this album, which is the final part of a trilogy of self-released EPs, is that it ends after twenty some aggravating minutes. Leaves a bad taste in your mouth because despite its raunchiness it can create an ear worm or two. Boo!
Awww, it’s so cute that people like 40 Below Summer still play nu-metal. Well at least they got the album title spot on.
“Make some fucking noise”, only a nu-metal anthem could start that way and sound just as ridiculous as you might imagine. Live and unadulterated rap-punk noise without the filter of ‘good’ turned on is what “The DiY Guys” bring to the table. Yeah there’s a DVD as well as a live CD of various songs including four brand new (yet moldly) that sound like a retarded Public Enemy who couldn’t escape the ‘90’s music scene if they wanted. (hed) pe == yuck.
Wired picked up the scope on the latest Metallica controversy, throwing a typical Lars conniption fit after the band invited folks to a listening only to get nervous and ask online reviewers to remove all reviews of their new album. Then the doublespeak started. It was all the fault of a PR firm, at least that’s what the band said faster than you can say “Napster”…It is now official, Metallica is dead to me and the rest of the metal community. Here’s to hoping that the Orlando Weekly does another “Metallica Sucks” contest.
The irony doesn’t escape them one minute does it? The aptly titled All Hope is Gone is well, Slipknot. Yuck. Even better go to the site and watch the countdown to the end of heavy music. Seen here on their way to the Grammy Awards, because Mr. Grammy is fucking deaf.
Big tits and acting ability can get you far in Hollywood, but they don’t mean shit to the wonderful world of sound waves. Scarlett’s husky voice might have SOUNDED ON PAPER like the perfect fit for covers of the whiskey-throated Tom Waits but “Anywhere I Lay My Head” (which by the way lacks the crucial subtitle of “(on Scarlett’s bosom, results in neck cramps”) is a sorted affair of pop interpretations with only one original song that was co-penned with the help of producer and multi-instrumentalist (he played darn near everything here) by none other than TV on the Radio’s own David Andrew Sitek which was a yawn not a delight. How can lips that perfect by so flawed?!? Yeah Yeah Yeah’s guitarist Nick Zinner also lends a hand to her debut. Now, I’ll leave you with what should have been the cover art…
