special introductory
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Lisa Carol Freemont cassette
Twister cassette
Fuck Pussy Galore (And All
Her Friends)
Malcolm X Park
Kustom Karnal
Blackxploitation
Yes She Is My Skinhead Girl 7"
A Factory Record 7"
Imperial
Isabel Bishop EP
Bavarian Mods 7"
Perfect Teeth
Cath Carroll 7"
Cath Carroll EP
"Mod Fuck Explosion" Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (with Karyo Tengoku)
Animal Park 7"
B.P.M. [1991-1994]
Some folx will argue that, like The Replacements, Unrest were at their best when they were joking around and refusing to take music seriously, but I disagree. Unrest began as a messy diversion and grew into a sparkling celebration of guitar poptone beauty. Then, right there at the pinnacle of their career, they broke up!!! Or, rather, Mark decided to show longtime drummer Phil Krauth the respect he deserved by retiring the band moniker when Philly decided to call it a career. Robinson went on to Flin Flon, Air Miami and several solo CDs.
But first, let's talk about me. I feel incredibly negative right now. It's Friday but I'm irritated that my client just sent over information for two new press releases to be written, the 'let me in' button at my new workplace emits an ear-splitting "ANNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!!!!!" buzz whenever somebody presses it, I've got a headache, and I don't think that listening to Cephalic Carnage followed by Celtic Frost is helping matters. Also I'm wasting too much time on this message board I frequent, I can't find anything good on ebay to bid on, and I just read my Unrest page for the first time in several years and discovered it's a complete piece of shit. Furthermore, every time I look at the first four words of this record review we've just begun, a vein in my forehead starts pulsing. What an ugly, unpleasant word (and fake word) I used in that introductory exclamation. As you can see, the Holocaust was a nice comfy pillow compared to my many troubles.
To be fair, I don't even know that I have the correct version of this tape. All I have is an MP3 file called 'Unrest - Lisa Carol Freemont' that a good buddy pulled off one of those 'file-sharing' networks (Atari 2600, Odyssey II, etc) and sent to me. As I can't find a track listing for the *actual* cassette anywhere online, this could be Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band for all I know.
The song listing of my MP3 copy is as follows: "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"/"With A Little Help From My - HA! I'M JUST KIDDING! SEE??? WE CAN STILL ALL LAUGH AND JOKE TOGETHER EVEN THOUGH YOU'VE GOT BIRD VIRUS FLU! (stay behind the fortified metal wall i have gun)
The song listing of my MP3 copy is as follows: HAPPY SONG/THE HILL/JUDY SAYS PT. 2/RIGORMORTIS/TIME/CATS/LAUGHTER/HOLIDAY IN BERLIN/I'VE COME FOR YOUR DAUGHTERS/TEANBEAT PART 65/HAPPY BIRTHDAY/IWO JIMA/SWEET HOME ALABAMA/USUALLY ON FRIDAYS A HAMBURGER/FLY TO FRANCE/DESASOSIEGO/REAL ENEMY/FOUR FOOT HIGH STONE WALL/DO IT NOW/FRUTTI COLUMN
Seven of the first eight tracks are now available on the commercially released Fuck Pussy Galore And All Her Friends CD compilation, shittily reviewed below. But what they don't tell you is that those seven are pretty much the only good songs on the entire Lisa Carol Freemont disaster. The rest is just a bunch of home-taped fucking around! I have scientifically broken down the tape's 20 tracks into the following components: 13 instrumentals (or near-instrumentals), 2 'songs' composed entirely of dialogue recorded off the TV, 1 cover, 1 old thrash song, and 3 fully-composed songs. Interestingly, the third fully-composed song was NOT included on Fuck Pussy; the wistful minor-key "Time" is a bit messy in execution but otherwise it's a nice little song! It's a shame they never gave it another go, as the too-loud vocals pretty much do ruin it in this particular recording.
Do you like albums that are entirely comprised of filler tracks written four minutes before they were recorded? Then Lisa Carol Freemont is the cassette for you! Hear the intro to the Beatles' American Help! album as performed by the band that *actually* performed it on the original album! Hear a bunch of old news clips about Iwo Jima! Hear a Lynyrd Skynyrd cover performed on a guitar that theoretically could have been tuned without much effort! Hear an ass-kicking Ramones punk riff (for about 4 seconds before the drums drown out every other instrument for the remainder of the song)! Hear samples of foreigners talking! Hear amateurish doodly melodies that stick around for up to six minutes or more! And best of all,
1. Bob Dylan - Blonde On Blonde
2. The Who - Who's Next
3. The Beatles - Revolver
4. The Rolling Stones - Sticky Fingers
5. Marvin Gaye - What's Going On
6. Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited
7. Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run
8. The Rolling Stones - Let It Bleed
9. The Beatles - Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band
10. Bruce Springsteen - The Wild, The Innocent And The E Street Shuffle
1. If he hated Sonic Youth (because it's not the kind of music he enjoyed) why write so many reviews. I mean I hate Rap music but do you see me writeing 'bout how bad it is? - You don't.
2. Now that he's dead, he smells/looks like a piece of shit
3. The pity about idiots like him is that his parents should have been Jews in The Third Reich but weren't.
Final Word: I hope he died of cancer and that everyone he cares about also dies of cancer (soon as possible). Go listen to the Low-Maintenance Perennials and cry your heart out how bad it is that Mark died so young and with him all modern rock music. You little pussies go cut you dick off and wear a pink skirt.
But there's still a slim (thinner than you dick!!) chance to save your soul. Stop reading Mark's Reviews and let someone else write his opinion. I hope hes burn in hell and that his family suffers for all eternaty. He was a fucking idiot piece of shit cocksucking man prefering all american kommunist nazi Bush voter idiot assliker. Right before he died, I hope he looked in the mirror naked, turned around, and realized it was his ass!
I sincerlly hope I could express my hate to his spirit exectly like I wanted to!
Please have killed yourself, Mark. But to confice you that I'm a nice person I will also accept if you got yourself nudderd. I'm just glad you'll never have children. And if you did I kill them for you.
Stinker. Again, who knows if I have the correct song order, but here's mine: GREEN/COMMUNIST TART/GIVE ME YR EYES/OK/BREATHE IN/DAGO RISING/OBLITERATION/GUSTAVE/SIDE ONE OUTRO/SWEET WAKEFIELD/OILY/RAGGED (NKD T)/MIDNIGHT FOR TWO/HEADRINGER. The first and last songs are clearly from a much later time period than the rest of the songs (which sound like Unrest were about 12 years old), so they might not actually be on the original tape at all. Even odder is that this tape apparently dates from 1988, yet their voices sound even younger than on Lisa Carol Freemont, which supposedly came out three years earlier. Were they aging backwards like Robin Williams of Mork And Mindy fame? I apologize if you're unfamiliar with this flash-in-the-pan TV comedy actor of yesteryear.
I would be surprised to learn that any of the band members put even 5 ounces of elbow grease into this worthless endeavor, the entire 31 minutes of which boils down to a bunch of amateurish noisemaking, playing other peoples' records and talking over them, and performing quarter-written guitar jangles while saying unfunny things in 'wacky' voices. The few and far between high points include the excellent rock song "Green," which sounds like a stronger, earlier "Hey Jealousy" with Calvin Johnson singing and appears on some multiple-band compilation I ran across at my college radio station a decade ago; a completely unexpected (and thus hilarious!) cover of the obscure Black Flag instrumental "Obliteration"; and the significantly well-played piece of jazzy dark solo guitar entitled "Ragged (NKD T)," which suggests that the band members had a neighborhood friend with a hint of talent.
Otherwise, it's knees-deep horseshit with the smell of urine and the consistency of quicksand. A pointless 'parody' of "Sweet Home Alabama" with no apparent jokes in it, a couple of kids reciting the lyrics to "Dago Red" and "Lucifer Rising" at the same time in opposite speakers, a speedy hardcore song buried under a too-loud bass guitar - god I can't even describe the rest of this crap. It's just teenagers dicking around on a tape recorder at home. Every once in a while, they'll come up with a catchy chord combination, but then they'll repeat it with no changes at all for three more minutes and up the ass goes that potentially 'good' song. I'll say one thing in its defense: it's always reassuring to discover that even the greatest of bands started out really, really terrible.
Only one of these songs made it onto Fuck Pussy Galore - the overlong 'Swell Maps Goes AmRep' instrumental "Communist Tart." It's a diverse cassette, at least. Problem is that 'diverse' ('the verse') is ahhhh never mind.
Maybe I should have begun the review by explaining that I'm extremely hung over. You try being witty and insightful when you've spent the entire previous night waking up every hour and a half with the worst headache in American History. I slept til 4:45 PM today! You hear me? 4:45! I could have built a dog in that time!
Also, I'm pleased to learn that you are alive and well, Mark. I was quite chagrined at the thought of losing you to a premature demise. Best of luck to you and yours in the future.
1. Bob Dylan - Bringing It All Back Home
2. The Who - Sell Out
3. The Beatles - Rubber Soul
4. The Rolling Stones - Exile On Main Street
5. Stevie Wonder - Innvervisions
6. Bob Dylan - Another Side Of Bob Dylan
7. Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town
8. The Rolling Stones - Beggars Banquet
9. The Beatles - Abbey Road
10. Bruce Springsteen - Born In The USA
And yet again you've proven that's you prefer large dick to small cunt. Not really being dead is like saying .... hmm like saying dying sucks. You fucking asshole your wrong about everything you write. But since you get depressed everytime you like in the mirror I'll just skip the possitive stuff.
This one hell of a letdown. Mr. Prindle is a must kill.
Fuck you
Fuck Pussy Galore (And All Her Friends) - Teen
Beat/Matador 1993.
Side B features the legendary first recording of "Hydroplane," a one-note wonder (quite literally - the song only has one note) that drones along dancily and Cannily for several minutes as Mark talks into an echo pedal on top of it. In concert, they would drag this hypnotic note on for 20 or 30 minutes, but singles don't last that long - God, they just DON'T! Have you seen them? They all get married and leave girls like me home with our cat. Am I that ugly? Hey! That's a beauty mark - not a four-pound tumor with a hair growing out of it!
Side C is in the same vein but slower and featuring a more traditional (nauseatingly boring) melody. As a favor to us all, it ends in less than a minute.
Kinda like the War in Iraq! In and out, zwoop! Bing! It's over! It's like, "Hello? I thought we had a war to fight!" Ha ha! No sir, when the Bushman says, "We're in and out, toots," he means it! We flew in on in there FWEEEOOO, captured Saddam "Insane Hussein" Hussein (Stick your gas up your ass!) WHOOOOP and BAMALAM! We were gone before the dust dried! THAT'S the way to run an intervention. That's why I'm voting now and forever for President George Bush and Secretary of State Colin Powell - let's hear it for 'em! WHOOOO! WHOOOO! WHOOOO! If the youth are united, then they'll never be divided!
And then we can beat up all the long hairs!
Now if only I could get them OUT of my Colt-.45 pistol, we'd really AAAAA HA HA! I HAD YOU AGAIN!!! HAHAHAHA!!! IT'S LIKE YOU'RE HANGING OUT WITH BUCK HENRY ALL THE TIME! JUST TELLING JOKES AND MAKING YOU FEEL AT HOME!
There was really a band called Crispy Ambulance? If so, they put out this awesome song in the early '80s called "Deaf" with this big ol' speedy chunky-chunk guitar/bass/drum ascension and people shouting "Hippy Hippy!" between every line (or, more likely, "Hear me! Hear me!" what with the title being "Deaf" and all). Likewise, ESG sounds more like something an Asian man might put on his FOOD than a band a hA HAHAHA! SEE??? That's jokesmithery Bop Hobe style!
Hang down your head, Tom Dula. Hang down your head and cry. Hang down your head, Tom Dula. Poor boy, you're gonna die. One thing I can say about myself and be proud of it is that I've never killed a human being. I may see a serial killer behind every tree, but I don't see one when I look in the mirror. Except on those days when I've invited over a certain member of Jane's Addiction. But that's between him and me; I'm no snitch and if no law enforcement official happened to notice the trail of prostitute murders that "coincidentally" corresponded perfectly with a certain band's last cross-country tour, then who's to say it ever really happened? Certainly not ME! I'm just "some guy"!
But back to the point, the ESG cover features monster movie synths, theramin whines and a dancey descending bass line to keep your feet moving in an awkward direction. Then side B features a Crawling Chaos cover (apparently a loud fast distorted organ band who apparently influenced Rancid Hell Spawn a hella quita large hot tamale!) and a lovely pop song by Cath Carroll's former band Meow, spelled "M-I-A-O-W," but pronounced "Am I a... Oh! Double? YOU!"
This really is a grandtastic single -- so grandtastic that I'm gonna look on half.com for some Crispy Chaos and MIAESG right now. As for you, you can buy the single, record it onto a cassette tape and play it in your car really loud so you and your college friends can all sing along with three of the four songs (the ESG song is instrumental). Nate Florin did this back when I was in college, and the bonding that occurred between he, I, Chris Crowson, Chris "Yellowboy" Williams and Tim Ross was so strong that I don't talk to any of them more than maybe once a year at this point. Quite frankly, I haven't heard word one from Nate since I left Chapel Hill eight and a half years ago.
So you see how this record tears people apart. AVOID OR DIE ALONE!
Try to get the newer CD version, too, as it comes with four great bonus tracks (including "Yes, She Is My Skinhead Girl!"). This is the ultimate Unrest experience. If a track of guitar noise alternating between the left and right speaker for a minute and a half suddenly seems hypnotic and too beautiful for words, somebody is doing something right! Never gets boring (unless you hate pop music), never even dreams of getting ugly, and never stops sounding amazing, no matter how many times you listen to it. How many different chords do they play on the record? Maybe four? Who gives a crap? It's a perfect pop record. Stop arguing with me.
Unfortunately, my copy doesn't have the bonus tracks("Yes She Is My Skinhead Girl" rules!!!!), but it doesn't matter anyway cause "Cherry Cream On" kicks so much ass & I could listen to "Imperial" for about 20 minutes longer than the actual running time(7:33:45[108 b.p.m.]). I love "I Do Believe You're Blushing" so much I'm gonna marry it. "June", oh my dear damn GOD, Brigdet has SUCH a gorgeous voice!!! When she starts singing "Daddy, don't go away, daddy please stay" I just wanna burst into tears at the magnificence of it all. "Firecracker" really needs to be listened to with headphones in order to get the full effect. It's spellbinding. And Mark's minimalistic style of writing broken sentence fragments & passing them off as "lyrics" somehow comes across as heartwrenchingly profound here, whereas on the last album it just seemed sort of "cute". While on the last album it seemed like they were going for all manner of different moods, on this on they seem content to hitting the same mood over & over again(which is what they're BEST at!), and it rules all the way through. I guess the only thing I can think of to complain about is that "Champion Nines" & "Sugarshack" shouldn't have been placed right next to each other on the album sequence. They're both good, but it sort of hurts the flow to have to sit through two lyric-less songs in a row. But that's such a minor complaint that I shouldn't have even bothered to mention it. A definite 10. 10 10 10.
Thanks for getting me into so much good music, by the way Mark. I'm not afraid to admit that before I started coming to your site, I didn't hardly know SHIT about good underground music. Now it's practically all I listen to. Fuck whoever that guy was who said your recommendations "have been shite"; more like his MUSIC tastes "have been shite"!!!! You make the best recommendations in the world, and I've NEVER been disappointed by anything I've bought that was recommended by you.
BTW, there is a very interesting Peel Session bootleg 7" EP that has a version of "Firecracker" with vocals (!) and lyrics (!!!).
No, to me, the (and note I say "THE", not "a") perfect pop album is "Heavenley Vs. Satan", by Heavenly (not the stupid metal band, or whatever). It's just so fluffy and soft...like the musical equivlant of cotton candy, minus the physical implications (stickiness, tooth ache) that come along with it. Perticularly, the reissue is good, cause it has "Escort Crash on Marston Street", which as you certantly know, is my second favorite song of all time.
It would be indecent of me to chide Mark Robinson for neglecting to respond to my two emailed interview requests, so instead I will simply applaud his large collection of finely composed, performed and produced material with Unrest, Grenadine, Air Miami, Flin Flon, Olympic Death Squad and under his own name.
Having said that, anybody who buys his "experimental" "electronic" Taste EP may want to clear all dogs and people with ears from the premises a few hours before listening.
On a more direct note, enough with the Ronald Reagan shit. He's been braindead for a good five years at least. You ignored him through all that time; why make a fuss about him now? Fuckin' asshole media.
On a more related note, would you find it comical if an underground band were to cover Argent's 1973 hit single "God Gave Rock And Roll To You"? Probably not. It was a pleasant enough and fairly popular anthem in its time. But how about if an underground band were to record a stunningly harmonious and haunting cover of Kiss's widely-ignored 1992 sequel "God Gave Rock 'N' Roll To You, Part II"? Would that make you crack a smile of ironic assholish detachment while wearing a t-shirt for youth softball team with a funny name, you fuckin' hipster slacker college prick like I used to be?
Speaking of which, the title track (entitled "Bavarian Mods") is so bouncy, silly, fun, catchy and completely NON-mod, your sugary smile will grow new roots of cotton candy after just one listen.
Then your saliva will dissolve the roots and your teeth will fall out. But during those exciting first few moments, you'll finally understand what all the yard salesman mean when they say, "Buy this yard -- AND Unrest's Bavarian Mods single!"
But the last two "tracks" (and I use the term "songs" loosely) aren't "compositions" at all, but just "bilge water"! And I know from bilge water, having harvested the world's largest collection in my panties.
Speaking of which, if you've already got both of these albums, pick up Goya by Grenadine, a side project of Mark's featuring Tsunami's Jenny Toomey and Eggs's Rob Christiansen. At first, it seems kinda tiring, but it'll really grow on you. Should I say something else about Perfect Teeth? Again, the packaging is gorgeous, the production is impeccable, and, if you like this sort of music at all, there's no way in God's Green Hell that you'll be disappointed.
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SO? I know everyone loves "Imperial," (well.. er... the two other Unrest fans here do!) and I do too. But "Perfect Teeth" is just so PERFECT! I've learned to love every single song, especially on the second half ("Make Out Club" onwards). I wish more people knew about this album. It's one of the few albums I can put on and suddenely feel really good about life and stuff. It makes me contemplate things, like trees and people and packs of weasels.
Packs of flesh eating weasels.
And I think "Six Layer Cake" is the prettiest thing ever made. Along with all the other pretty Unrest songs. If you don't mind me being lame for a second, I just find the song so heart wrenching. In a really sublime and beautiful way.
"Make Out Club" totally KICKS ASS! My God! At first, I thought they were hitting those guitar strings a million times per minute! Eventually I realized that they, uh, weren't, but WHATEVS! Ooh, and "Angel I'll Walk You Home" or whatever sounds so PERFECT! HA! JUST LIKE THE ALBUM TITLE! The harmonies on that song are so wonderful, and the guitar line makes me want to WALK an ANGEL HOME on the beach! Can't you smell the salt from the ocean? CAN'T YOU TASTE THE SEAGULL SHIT?
Gah. I mean, COME ON! If you don't find "Breather X.O.X.O." breathtaking (hah!), YOU HAVE NO SOUL, YOU BLOODLESS WITCH! GO BACK TO YOUR CAVE!
How come "Weird Al" Yankovic won't buy my hilarious Squeeze song parody, "I Was Tempted By The Fruit Of My Mother"?
In addition to always, I have internal brain despair quandaries regarding 7" singles (especially UNDERGROUND ALTERNATIVE 7" singles) that feature album tracks, as this one clearly does. I can give it a 9 and say, "Man, it's so good, man!" but quite frankly, you should already have Perfect Teeth, so you already own 1/3rd of the reasons that it's so good. Then one of the other two reasons is a soothing, slow, acoustic guitar, loud bass and lazily vocalized alternate version of "So So Sick," another track from Perfect Teats. So you have sort of HALF of that one, which means you theoretically already own one-half of this 45RPM record, at least if you're abiding by the Patriot Act (I tried to make up a joke here about the fact that Unrest is from Washington DC, but it didn't work out. However, the "Patriot Act" reference remains -- as a constant, vigilant reminder of my devastating comedy failure for which so many innocent have suffered).
Nevertheless, track three is such a treat that you might want to drive on down to your local eBay outlet in search of this rarest of rare records post-haste. "Capezio D" is the name, and dapper carefree "Singin' In The Rain" tap guitar is the game -- and best of all, it's about a SHOE!
Speaking of shoes, my dog, entitled Henry The Dog, barks at fish now. Or crawdaddies, or whatever the hell it is he always tries to eat whenever we take him to a natural body of water. He's always loved swatting at the water with his adorable little paw and occasionally lunging his sweet puppy dog head underwater after Gosh-Knows-What, but now he's added this hilarious higher-than-normal yelp-type bark to his game. But see, he does it AS he's shoving his head underwater! So it sounds like, (splash splash splash) ARR(sploosh)! You can only catch the first half of his bark because the second half is underwater, directed at the Fish himself! I love my doggy. He also does this new thing where whenever we get the leash out to take him outside, he gets in his play stance, barks really loud, grabs one of his toys and runs around the couch so we'll chase him. I've no clue why this holds more appeal to him than simply getting his goddamned leash on so we can go outside. I guess he's just a playa!
Can we talk about something else here? While we're chit-chatting? This is important. Here it is:
What's the deal with these ballpoint pens? Why do I need a pen to point at my BALLS? I know where they are - and nobody else is askin'! And don't even get me started about "HIGH-lighters!" (*mimes the act of smoking marijuana*)
"Mod Fuck Explosion" Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (with Karyo Tengoku) - Ballpeen 1993.
The issue then is with this "band" called Karyo Tengoku (Overdose Heaven? That's what it says on the sleeve). It appears to be another one of those irritating Japanese noise bands, although I'll be darned if it doesn't sound like a FAKE Japanese noise band. Like Americans pretending to be a Japanese noise band. But who can tell? They have a few good numbers - dark visions of "Hiroshima" will get stuck in your head, and "Dragonfly" has some KILLER female orgasm noises - but most of it is 2 noisy 2 be remem(paste picture of bird here).
And as for the Unrest side of the album, it features six tracks, most of which only seem half-written (and jangly - STEVE JANGLY! Oh hell I messed that up). This could be the nature of the "soundtrack" - or it could be that Unrest gave Jon six songs that they had tossed out as being too dull. Question marks are irritating me today, for some reason. The cherished "Mod Fuck Explosion Theme" rocks like early U2 though, with awesome dub bass, driving drums and trebly guitar, as does a short acid rocker called "Northwest Territory" (which begins with the stupidest piece of film dialogue I have ever heard - if it's from this film, this film sucks.)
And "London's Theme" is groovy and bachelor paddy like Grenadine. Sounds a lot like Grenadine. If this was a Grenadine album, I could see "London's Theme" being on it. If only "London's Theme" were on a Grenadine album. God DAMN, that would be a perfect world. One in which "London Calling" were on a Michael Jackson album.
Speaking as a man with a 7" penis, I can verify that it's pretty interesting to play it with a phonograph needle and hear all the music that comes out, but - wait, what'
Oh, I'm sorry -- I meant "a man with a 7' penis." I had to buy a gigantic turntable and I'm not proud, but at least Reagan's fucking dead for a change. Let's bring it all back down to Earth, as somebody from the late '60s might say in their LSD stupor (I'm looking at YOU, Henry Kissmyassinger!) and discuss the actual record, for those who are itching to buy a cock sleeve (I'm looking at YOU, Kim Kissmybasinger!).
Track one is one of the most somber, haunting, lazy, sleepy guitar tomes ever sung by Msrssr. Bridget Cross. It's entitled "Afternoon Train" and would later wind up in faster re-recorded form on the Air Miami album. This original version is the one to shoot (dope) for though -- the song is wonderful either way, especially if you like songs, but this early version is so much more rainy day depressiony than the only-slightly-unsunny Air Miami version. Track two is a throwaway instrumental of slowed-down guitar strumming sludge and false endings. I can't even remember the name of it, the song is such a pointless (though not BAD) asshole. Your final song is a slight remix of "Light Command" from Perfect Teeth -- another perfect cut! Personally I can't tell what has been remixed -- I think this version might be more dancey or something, but it's nothing obvious like the Mark Robinson remix of Superchunk's "Precision Auto" (find it NOW --- it is a scream)
With this single, Unrest said "adieu" and their career became the kind of musical establishment that indepdeendent music fans would relish from afar while listening to oodles of newer underground sensations doing crazy things the likes of which have turned experimental music on its ear -- bands unleashing psychedelic mind-expanding aural dramas the sounds and vibes of which their forebears could have only dreamt. Bands like Modest Mouse and Fountains Of Wayne. Bands that sing the shores of sixpence, waffling blackeningly towards undulating wisps of currency both flated and in. Also, I heard the new black guy next door nailing his white girlfriend last night. Their orgasmic "down with the swirl" ebony and ivory cries woke me up from my all-white slumber. I turned to my sleeping white wife and romantically exclaimed, "They're fuckin'!" Then I retired to the bathroom and took a urine. It was yellow, so I gave it some rice and told it to take its shoes off before it comes in the house.
So I could bitch all damn day about what I personally would have done with this collection but when you put your nose to the rumproast and shake the tree of barleyweed, every song still rules. Whether you need to hear "June" again or not, it still rules. So there's your 9 out of 10. Engage in a bitching session all you want, Mr. Skinnybones Prindle, but Unrest were one fork of a clean machine back there in the early nineties.
Also, isn't it neat how "B.P.M." stands not for "beats per minute," but for their actual first names? "Bridget. Phil. Mark." That's the coolest thing since this Fall album I'm listening to right now. If you disagree, please ignore every single word I've said or written since the day God forced me to be born onto this cold piece of shit rock we call society.
