| Ebert & Fakeman review...by : Ryan O'Leary After listening to the cd for the first time it came to me as no surprise that the music was exactly the same as it has always been. There were no surprises because we had written the music. However, it is surprising when you get home from school and you realize you've never been more upside down. In fact, that never happened, and our cd is very good. Seven Courtesy Flushes delivers an upbeat perspective on flushing the tolilet. I am just kidding. I am just kidding. Fat Beet makes you want to dance, but then it shuts you down. "No dancing in my house," it says. And you don't know what to say, because it's a cd, and cd's are not supposed to be able to "chat". #3, Deep Down, goes deep, and catches your soul with melodic riffs. Then it sells your soul to me on the black market for free, pretty much. Then, there's Snowman Grandma. It's just guitar and "vocals". It tells the story of a grandma made of snow. Genius? Yeah. Rhetorical questions answered? Yeah. Overall, I'd say this album is gourmet. Then I'd change my mind because gourmet typically describes food. Plus I am awesome. I think I'm done. And the cd cover is ridiculously awesome. Doesn't this remind you of the "rainbow" level in Mario Cart!? |
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