Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Review of Commercials For Debt Relief Programs

Commercials for Debt Relief Programs will knock the breath out of you
are batshit poetry will even reveal a modicum of anger Commercials
for Debt Relief Programs are a risky, arrogant move
a feeling of the all thing a late-night a.m. radio haze
to the whole thing Commercials for Debt Relief Programs
are a special sensation at the centre of your body.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Review of The Escapist

Patience is a
virtue here, and
it's well rewarded.
An alumnus
of the battle,

as well as Tennesee
Tech University,
where he majored
in psychology,
The Escapist

spends his best vitriol
on the business,
and when you look
at all those words
it is clear he

used some of what
he learned. He is
a humane ironist,
a lustful romantic,
and a cheeky

genre player!
Yeah, he's kind of
twee, but you don't
need to wear glasses
to see him or

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Review of Chronic Bronchitis

Chronic Bronchitis (the name implies dexterity and
flexibility) is the last installment in a trilogy
that began with an impossible bird. As such, it is obsessed
with the hemorrhaging of time: many songs here find R.
Hamilton grasping at the stuff even as it spurts
through his fingers. It's not nostalgia
that makes Chronic Bronchitis my favorite
compilation of 2005, though: it's the thin black line;
a guide, both for the surgeon and the scalpel.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Review of Danny Noriega

I will feel so proud when the reckoning arrives.

If you happen to be
in a rock band and you
don't happen to be eith-

er of the Danny Nor-
s it so sucks
to be you right now I
would've loved to have seen
the bottles and batt-

eries thrown at him if
he passed by CBGBs
during a hardcore mat-

inee circa nineteen-
ninety-one dressed like that
and parodying his
own style as he satir-
ized the country's foibles

Sometimes we laugh sometimes
we cry but the rapid
beat of the heart remains

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Review of Married Women Who Are Drunk

Poet, novelist, Buddhist monk, renowned ladies' man;
in the past, I haven't tried too hard
to sway the unconvinced toward the charms
of Married Women Who Are Drunk - the
hallucinatory, Syd Barrett-like lyrics,
the everpresent flute, and the occasional
weird noise that, initially, doesn't sound
all that weird. Despite theoretical
obscure German influences, or partially
French voices, Married Women Who are Drunk
are enjoyable even without a foreign-
language degree. "Success has made a failure
of our home." Loretta Lynn said that.
Elvis Costello covered it once.