
You’ve got to hand it to the guy for experimenting outside his own unique corner of the folk realm, but the attempted gene-splicing of Karma’s signature intelligent snarkiness with balls-out shredding is a schizophrenic hodgepodge with very few high spots. Songs like the “Cuckold’s Horns,” “Nausea #2,” “Dio Rocks,” and “I Begged God To Kill Me” each bear the mark of his clever, biting, and somewhat silly lyrics and do rock hard, but after about a minute into each tune the listener’s inner voice says, “Okay, I get where this is going,” and sometimes it’s best to listen to that inner voice and move on.
The album isn’t a total loss, however, due to the terrific anti-Bush/fundamentalists “Fifty Caliber Christ,” and “Raunched!” in which a guy gives us the mundane yet lousy chronicle of his life from birth to death, a litany of complaints that proves he did indeed get “raunched,” but two excellent tracks don’t necessarily justify shelling out one’s hard earned cash for mediocrity while there are still albums by Mercyful Fate that you haven’t bought yet.
TRUST YER BUNCHE!!!
2 comments:
Jim Browski says:
It might be worth forking over your 18 bucks just for that cover.
A tad busy, perhaps, yet oddly fascinating.
I'm so proud to be the one who introduced you to the fish phenom. Nice timing too--I think there's a show at Club Congress this weekend. Since I'll be in Tucson, I promise digital pics of the performance.
Jes
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