Disappointing, annoying, overhyped, or all three.
In order of awfulness, from painful at the top to mediocre at the bottom.
Yeah, it’s better than their previous pile of crap. That wasn’t a real high standard to be judged by.
The lameness. Iggy singing horribly is bad enough; Iggy writing lyrics that go beyond stupid (which was sort of cool) to actively moronic is worse.
Not entirely bad, but some of the tracks here are the lowest form of dreck Mark E. Smith has ever stooped to. Maybe his band quit the tour because they didn’t want to play these songs.
The 21st century equivalent of Johnny Clegg.
Is that a symphony in your pocket, or are you just too full of yourself? Getting this boring, bloated tunelessness into another car commercial will be a tough sell.
As usual, too long and not interesting enough. But they’ll place a track in a commercial and then people will think they’re good again. Yawn.
See, I don’t mind a hip-hop guy switching to indie rock. It’s bad indie rock I can’t stand.
I liked their first two albums. When I was in the mood for punky and garagey, I really liked their first two albums. Maybe I just haven’t been in that mood, but it seems like they lost their edge. Since Brian Case of 90 Day Men is the changed ingredient, I’m blaming him.
When it comes to ‘70s psych-folk reissues, there’s a thin line between charming and drippy. The vocals here cross that line.
This is mildly pleasant while it’s playing, and utterly forgettable the second it finishes. I never liked Luna all that much either, but at least it never made me want to take a nap.
