SOUND team (yeh, kaps are kool), all frantic and smooth, strives for epic, hearty grooves, stealing dance moves from hipsters’ messenger bags and putting it under backwards ballcaps. At its best, Movie Monster churns buttah with a lightning rod, as electropulses bounce around the room like one of those plasma balls with a crack in it. A majority of the album, however, is restrained in non-carbonated rock construction.
Movie Monster’s flaw is that it spans genres of organ rock, dancefunk, and darker grindrock, which all come off as slightly requisite, and don’t combine to form a particularly complete experience. The most compelling achievement is that SOUND team somewhat defines a new, aggressive, frat-synth vibe, which as far as broadening our indie sense of accessbility is concerned, is a worthwhile effort.
This is highly disturbing. These clowns work at the KidsFest at Dollywood. Yeah. Just when you thought our world was safe from European, tiger-loving, magician couples. I bet they sit in some Motel 6 room every night eating ice cream thinking that they’ll make it one day. God help us if they ever do.
After being denied serious pimpage up in first class, a huge brawl broke out while several Hummers with bikini-clad women standing out of the sunroof pulled up to the scene. After countless bottles of champagne were sprayed over the melee, police stepped in and put a halt to the video shoot/fight.
