Irritation is such an odd thing. I find myself so irritated by the voice of a certin red- faced co-worker sometimes that all I can think about is piercing his flesh with red-hot, shit- covered spears. I'm not sure why... it's just his mediocrity, his stupidity and his constant presence. Unfortunately, that is exactly the way I have come to hate this 60 Channels EP. Though I'm not yet at that point where I want to inflict physical harm upon lead chick, The Angel, I do feel a certain delicious relief when I turn her off.

The first thing that I found irritating was the ubiquitous presence of the words "60 Channels" on this disc. Lounging in the airy spaces between the lazy drum- machines and self- consciously "hip" breaks, the words waft into my ears, reminding me how lyrically vacant this album is. I have come to accept that techno artists will remind us who they are, sometimes frequently (count the number of times the words "Fatboy Slim" are mentioned on You've Come a Long Way, Baby), but the music must have a quality befitting of shameless self- promotion. 60 Channels lacks this quality.

The second thing I found irritating was the weak-ass reggae-rap that they're attempting here. Sure, even Massive Attack had the hoarse- voiced Horace Andy, but they were Massive Attack, for God's sake. They made it work! This shit is just beat.

The third thing I find irritating is having to write this review. The agony that I've suffered listening to 60 Channels at work, at home, on the bus, in the crapper... it's just ludicrous. Having given The Angel a good long time to sink in, I feel that I can say, fairly and without doubt, that the Give Me Your Love EP sucks. Don't say I didn't warn you. Red-hot spears.

-James P. Wisdom