Smoking Popes
Destination Failure
[Capitol]
Rating: 8.8
Last time I broke up with a girl (because she turned out to be a man), I scrubbed
myself with Clorox and subjected myself to the standard 14 days of Smiths listening.
"Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now" has such poignancy when, well, you're
miserable. Well, as it happens, Morrissey
has endorsed the Smoking Popes' Destination Failure as no less than his
"Favorite American Band." You know what that means.
Need me to spell it out? Okay. Heart on thy sleeve, guts on thy floor, sincere
lyrics borne of breakup and longing. Rock- solid instrumental arrangements that
compliment the balsa- wood voice of Josh Caterer. My hands are trembling as I
consider lighting the ceremonial pyre of Smiths
tapes and replace it with Destination Failure. Misery in the '90s?
Hemmorhoids on my lips? Either way, it hurts when I smile.
-James P. Wisdom