This is the most frustrating band I've ever come across. On the one hand, their music is pretty damn good. But then their lead singer (who the fuck let him in the band?) comes in and shrieks like a mid-pubescent hillbilly.
Lots of lazy critics laud his voice as "unique." Unique isn't automatically good, people. Compared to most foods, I'm sure dog shit has a "unique" taste; should gourmet food critics be giving it four stars? Does this mean I can get away recording an album of myself scraping my nails down a chalkboard for twenty minutes because it's a "brave idea" that nobody else has tried before?
Anybody with a band who might be reading this: don't worry about writing songs. Just do precise covers of CYHSY songs, except with a lead singer who can actually sing. They wouldn't need a beautiful voice; just a tolerable one. Trust me, people would pay top dollar for some Alec Ounsworth-free CYHSY. I know I would.
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