| Official rating: | 99 |
for the last 9 months i’ve been thinking of a way to review the band.
so, i’ve finally come to the painful realization of my worst fear; they’re raw enough to be called pure.
not to say they sound like led zeppelin, but they’re the 2004 version.
it’s: zep is to rock as what techno is to zep rock.
the technology’s different.
that’s about it.
it’s the music you’d hear in your head as a heroin freak with money to burn.
iffin’ they break up sometime and split up to turn into something, a la yardbirds, i wouldn’t be surprised. i don’t know their story, but i’m sure it’s either hilarious already or has lots of potential.
at first i didn’t like pitchfork’s #1 album of 2003 rating for it, but that’s because i was busy with a broken social scene addiction. but bss is a gateway drug. this is it. not is this it.
RIP rick james.




this silly slut has already had 9 implant operations, and she’s planning 4 more, for a record of 13. if you took the amount of saline to be lodged in the dame’s chest, you could fill up a salt-water aquarium large enough to hold 2 adult barracudas and have enough left over to store your contact lenses for a month.
