Various Artists
Songs of the Siren 2
[Shadow]
Rating: 4.0
Such a buff boy. Such a tanned boy. Surfer boy. Basketball boy. But...
trip-hop boy? Here's a boy that's been stroking his misery muscle for
far too long, and I'm starting to get concerned. In fact, I feel that
an intervention may be in order.
Scott, I think it's time you stopped with the trip-hop. It's not raining and
you have a great girlfriend and a new car. Your business is taking hold and
I've even gotten into the habit of lifting the seat. Why, oh, why must you
grey your existence with the honeyed croons and phat beats of the trip-hop
genre? Isn't there more appropriate music for you? Can't you let go of
Hooverphonic, Portishead and Morcheeba for a moment, look into the sun,
and just smile?
I knew you'd say that. Trip-hop is never a problem. Sure, your life seems
fine to you, but we've been watching you spiral deeper and deeper into that
womb, my man, and we just can't watch it any more. You've begun buying the
comps and we all know what comes next-- posters, armpatches, and heroin. Oh,
sure, Songs of the Siren 2 may sound smooth as butter and greasy as
the gel in the crack of my ass, but it's eating you alive, man! I can hear
the rain in your soul, dude! I see you, moping about on beautiful days, your
lazy eye looking to a horizon clouded with uncertainty and despair. We can't
let it happen... not as your friends.
Friend, you needn't get the comp. It won't prove anything to us. Yes, I knew
you were going to mention Nonex's version of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and
Swandive's "Losing My Religion." They're tasty-- I'll give you that-- but
they miss the musical mark and feed your infection of the soul! That they
were written by Nirvana and R.E.M. is no excuse. I've heard the truth, and
its beats are heavy... so heavy.
I regret ever introducing you to this stuff. It seemed harmless enough--
Portishead's Dummy lent to a friend short on funds but tall on
interest. But you haven't exercised moderation. You've had Songs of the
Siren II on for days now, and it's gotta stop. Don't you realize how far
it's gone? The distortion is so muddy, the beats some genetic mutation
between drum-n-bass and dub, the lyrics lost somewhere in the fog. Don't you
remember your roots? I don't expect you would. Think! Remember all those
Iron Maiden albums? Helloween? Dream Theatre? Remember the joy of
testosterone?
Alright, I'll admit that the Creatures track, "Say," has something-- the
Siouxsie Sioux's warbly vocals makes me all crudjly. And yeah, Nano-Hed's
contribution, "Mother Yourself," ain't bad, but that's not the issue here!
The issue is your problem. I mean, can't you see that this is weak? Has your
musical taste been blinded by overindulgence? Oh, and of course, Anthea,
Queen of the Compilation Disc is going to surface here. Next thing you know,
you're gonna run out and buy her album, Words and Beats, not even
hearing the thudding, clumsy beats framing a miserably mediocre track! Yes!
I said mediocre!
Okay, that's it! If you can't hear the inferiority, I'll have to take it
away from you. Give it! Give it! I'm gonna tell your momma if you don't give
it! Give it now! Everyone! Surround him! Take him down! No Mercy! It's for
his own good!
-James P. Wisdom