I really want to like the record and I try and try but it doesn’t matter if I am lying down, sitting up, riding my bike or drinking 12 beers. I can’t manage to understand what they want me to feel when I’m forced to listen to these awful sounds and annoying blues guitars swelled up in some industrial 80s psychedelic world that only got fucked up drum machines to offer along with some detuned pitch shifted voices.
Probably a very fun record to make when there are no rules or musical boundaries what so ever. And all you’re eating is magic mushrooms, but I don’t so I just get so tired of it.
It sure isn’t me that I’m sure of.
Listen to: The Repairing Of The Red Sea
1 comment:
Ja vad kan man säga, skivan suger skit.
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