Hemingway Side - Right out the gate,
Hemingway gots a nicely composed, symmetrical little ditty. a music-box melody, so innocent and true, softening you up for what
Hemingway do. They jam on the right, they slam in the left. Screeching and wailing, til we all got deft. They strum and they scream, they pound it in pride. They twiddle and sing, I laughed and I cried. These are just classic H/way cuts. heavy guitar/bass jams coupled with a bunch of loop frenzies and shane going on adrenaline freak-out and microphone-eating spazz attacks. plus you got some weirder, polished studio edits quite different from the chaos they play live.
Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death Side - Some pretty stark tunes for a band with such a long-ass name. dismal oddities of meandering loops of guitar/drums/other. Nullified lounge music for the mentally unstable, or perhaps the soundtrack to your unfruitful pathetic loser life of futile endeavors and unfulfilled dreams. It took a few listenings' just to begin to appreciate the bleak revelations of despair communicated on this tape. My affection grows more and more each time I listen, that is, until the vocals in the last track kick in front and center. Dude sounds like some washed up, burnout,
Jello Biafra wannabe. It kinda sounds like this guy may have been
someone back in the day; and these guys must just suffer from some dick worship of their idols from yesteryear and invited his hasbeenness to belt out on the track. minus the vocals and this tape would be tits.
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