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“Hissing Prigs In Static Couture” plays through the headphones. The blender noise doesn’t bother him. Discover the review
“Hissing Prigs In Static Couture” plays through the headphones. The blender noise doesn’t bother him.
Beyond the falconing naive/modernist impact, sketched in dazzling multicolored shades, the sonically epidermic distinctive trait can be seen in the melodically/raucous (truly formidable) vocalist and mastermind of the Brainiac project, Timmy Taylor: “corrupt”, improbable, askew, scarred melodies, at times inhumanly filtered through who knows what unwieldy distorting gadgets: listen in this sense, perhaps to the most significant episode of the entire (sub)human collection, the devastated/ting “I Am A Cracked Machine": 4 minutes and 34 seconds of “pop” devolutionist/visionary madness: one of the most flaming examples of what “truly alternative rock” should/could be if credible (and how difficult it actually is to find now, more than ever) across the Atlantic and beyond. Discover the review
Beyond the falconing naive/modernist impact, sketched in dazzling multicolored shades, the sonically epidermic distinctive trait can be seen in the melodically/raucous (truly formidable) vocalist and mastermind of the Brainiac project, Timmy Taylor: “corrupt”, improbable, askew, scarred melodies, at times inhumanly filtered through who knows what unwieldy distorting gadgets: listen in this sense, perhaps to the most significant episode of the entire (sub)human collection, the devastated/ting “I Am A Cracked Machine": 4 minutes and 34 seconds of “pop” devolutionist/visionary madness: one of the most flaming examples of what “truly alternative rock” should/could be if credible (and how difficult it actually is to find now, more than ever) across the Atlantic and beyond.
The problem (so to speak, “obviously”) with these wave-noisers from the Nineties is the fact that they are not “rated” at all. Discover the review
The problem (so to speak, “obviously”) with these wave-noisers from the Nineties is the fact that they are not “rated” at all.
That’s the mood permeating the album. A devilishly tasteless prank. Discover the review
That’s the mood permeating the album. A devilishly tasteless prank.
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