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Tracklist |
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1. A Girlfriend
2. Super Fresh!
3. Captain
4. Ovo
5. Nanisuru?
6. Sports
7. Reykjavik 69
8. Sound Of Gold
9. Was Not-Rock A Cradle
10. Nu
11. Un
12. X-Guitars
13. Jinxxxxxxxxxxsix |
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Review |
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I was in a band a couple summers ago. We would get together in my friend's basement on Sunday morning and jam. The rhythm guitarist would play a riff, the drum and bass would lay down a foundation, and the lead guitarist would solo over it. This would continue for four or five minutes until one of us finally stopped playing and said "Hey, that was pretty good." Of course, it wasn't pretty good, and we never made it beyond my friend's basement, but we were happy enough.
But, as most of you realized, this isn't a review of "Graham's band two summers ago," this is a review of hypnotic suggestion: 01 by my way my love. Regardless, the point still stands. Four minutes of the same plodding riff without changes of rhythm, changes of key, or fantastic vocals is not good music. The listener will be yawning by the halfway mark and asleep by the end. Now I'm not saying that all the songs on hypnotic suggestion: 01 are guilty of this, but a great number of them are. Basically all of the songs that run over one minute 30 seconds (excluding "un") have little to no song structure to speak of and are, as a result, deadly boring.
While this is a slim offering overall, there are a few songs that deserve at least some mention. Following the intro ("a girlfriend"), "super fresh" starts with two dissonant lead guitar parts, followed by an insane burst of energy. In "ovo" and "un," my way my love seems to summon Daydream Nation-era Sonic Youth with their understated verses and chaotic explosive choruses. In particular the rhythm guitar seems to have learned a few of his chops from the Youth, strumming slightly atonal and grating chords in a syncopated rhythm.
"un" in particular stands out as the best song on the album, with the verse featuring a killer bass riff echoed by the guitar, which descends into a chaotic and atonal chorus. Near the end of the song, order breaks down and the band starts changing rhythms and riffs every few measures while still holding together the song as a coherent whole.
But as we all know, a few decent songs are clearly not enough to make an album, especially given the drudgery forced in between. There's nothing left to do but hope that next time my way my love decides to make an album there's a little more thinking and a little less jamming involved in the songwriting process. |
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