Golden Palominos
Dead Inside
[Restless]
Rating: 8.4
It's raining outside, the lights are out and you're listening to The Golden
Palominos' Dead Inside on your portable CD player. The rain is making
patterns in the shadows. The music is unleashing the hunger inside. Its
darkness is swallowing you whole.
You hug your knees, grit your teeth and try to ride the wave out. It is
unrelenting. You begin to think that the music is speaking directly to you.
The throbbing, electronic bass is making your innards quiver and Nicole
Blackman's sweet-n-sour croon is pulling you in like a black hole. The
images from the player have been hard-wired into your brain -- power,
sexuality, violence, regret, terror, boredom. The siren song of
the gutter is playing in your headphones and yet it's strangely seductive...
Are you one of those people who likes to drop a tab of acid then go curtain
shopping with your grandmother? Bad trips turn you on? You might be
prepared. Dead Inside is a motherlode of dark venom, heavy, chunk-beat that
sleeps all day and fucks all night. You should probably be concerned if you
like it; I am.
-James P. Wisdom