Future of the Left
How to Stop Your Brain in an Accident

THE REVIEW

Well, well. I have this urge to review Mughini's glasses, or my colleague's ties, or Pam branded products, that's bursting out from every hole.
Even the desire to bold a word every other one is making its way through me. But oh well, that's the way it is, bidet.

Here I am back from my quick rinse. I must say I didn't do much. I was a bit disappointed. A band comes to mind. They're called Future of the Left.

No, not because they suck.

However, often the product of a band led by a gutsy figure, who doesn't take themselves too seriously, can also be compared to a good and satisfying dump. In a completely positive sense. Dump because foolish, dump because dirty, dump because necessary, dump because if raw lyrics are said to be "vomited", then a huge raw album can also be dumped.

This album is not a well-done dump, one of those mind-numbing birth shivers. Unfortunately, a lot stayed inside.

Oh right, right! Let me sprinkle a bit: the leader's name is Andrew Falkous, once the leader of Mclusky, sprinkle.

It goes without saying that my expectations for this last album (we're already at four with Future of the Left, I think, or maybe five), were a little pressing.

You put on the disc and it starts well. Bam. Ba-ba-ba-bam. Ba-ba-ba-BARABARA-Bam. Ba-ba-ba-BARABARA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BABàM! You get pumped, but then you go on and discover what you don't want to discover. The middle ground, every track that makes up the album has a "little treat" that prepares for the less accustomed to the genre. Whether it's a (too forcibly) catchy singing, a more understandable rhythm, a structure approved by the ignorant, or what you expect at the moment you expect it.

When these things happen, generally, I prefer the sharp turn. So if you really change your way of writing, I prefer it to be abrupt, in short: either you wait until the urge is strong, and when you go you break the toilet, or don't even try going to the bathroom, as you're just sitting waiting for a ball.

Otherwise, there's little innovation.

Clearly, there are still many things I like, and therefore I don't completely demolish the album, otherwise, I would be in San Francisco.

2013 album, delay.