Hey, it's the year 2011, and someone's courageous enough to come out with a post-punk effort. This takes a lot of balls. Why? Well, most of the time when someone decides to release an album that deals with a genre that was in its prime so long ago, you're already bound to face a fuckton of criticism. Most of it will be negative. Much like this review!
I mean, shit, you can have all the balls in the world, but y'know, this just doesn't work out too well. Sure, the percussion is pretty cool sometimes, as are the basslines that pierce through the mix, and shout "Fuck yeah, I'm distorted and shit, dawg", but y'know, this just doesn't really have much chop. What exactly does this mean? Yeah, I guess what I'm trying to say is that the album isn't all that special. It's short and sweet at 32 minutes, but you'll probably never remember any of it. Some of the production techniques are cool, but in the end, all I can say is that some things were probably better left in the '80s, such as unmemorable post-punk.
To cut this short, if you're looking for post-punk that you'll enjoy, just go listen to some shit from the '80s. In fact, if you listen to post-punk and enjoy it, you probably touch yourself and pretend you're Shawn Michaels in your spare time, so fuck you.
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To cut this short, if you're looking for post-punk that you'll enjoy, just go listen to some shit from the '80s. In fact, if you listen to post-punk and enjoy it, you probably touch yourself and pretend you're Shawn Michaels in your spare time, so fuck you.
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