God Lives Underwater
Life In The So-Called Space Age
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Rating: 3.2
When you first begin to perceive the violence of everyday life, "industrial" begins
to make sense to you. Angst seems like a viable alternative to happiness, and
detachment a way to taste the ugliness of your jaded world without having to
eat it up like the grotesque syncophants that surround you.
Which is all well and good. Angst is clearly among the top ten creative influences
in pop culture today, and you can run down the list of its prides, finding industrial
somewhere between James Dean and "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine." The backlash of this
burgeoning influence is the ugly fact that angst needs to be done right to be
effective. The angst- ridden want to identify with truly disturbed, unhappy people,
just like us. And when an artist starts to lose their angst, we bitter ones tend to
lose interest. Remember how pissed- off Bono used to be? Now he's smiling every time
you see him! That bastard! I hope he dies a slow, painful death!
Ahem. Life In The So-Called Space Age is the miserable third
release from God Lives Underwater, and hopefully their last. Their previous
record, Empty, possessed sparks of ingenuity, rage, and that evasive angst,
suggesting strong possibilities for the group's future. Life In The So-Called
Space Age lacks any spark, contenting itself with serving up pseudo- angst
cliches, over- enervatingly ponderous beats and yesterday's electro flavors. Its
length is seemingly infinite, whipping the dead horse of a genre that only lives
today because of a select few that periodically emerge from their ivory towers to
grace us with the inspiration which appears to evade God Lives Underwater. It's an
exhausting listen, not because it beats you down with its energy, but because it's
too obnoxious to sleep to, and so slow- tempoed that it inspires only lethargy.
-James P. Wisdom