Truth is that there is nothing as complex as the teenage mind to be had on The Subway’s Young for Eternity, just a teenager screaming as loud as he can over second-hand riffs. Corporate synergy once again fails. The one positive thing Young for Eternity might accomplish is that the pre-teens who purchase it may find this as dreadful as I did and learn that they can
The Midwestern modesty could be taken as part of Midstates
The music itself is a regurgitation of jerky, sampled electronic beats and attempted Eminem-style delivery with absolutely no flow.
On first listen it’s completely devoid of hooks, and a second run-through would have been pure drudgery, really.
Finally an alt record that takes all the Franz Ferdinand Mini-Mes by the neck, rubs their faces in the lackluster heaps of discordant doodie they
As if the Crowes comparison wasn’t suitable, just take a listen to the swampy “Cry” that would give Chris and Rich Robinson a run for their money circa The Southern Harmony And Musical Companion.
Liz Durrett is doing what a lot of people have been doing for a long time, but her patience as a songwriter and her calculated decision to do more with little is what makes The Mezzanine phenomenal.
Pentagram-festooned albums have been pouring out of the sky ever since Venom singer Cronos proved to the world that even a knob who pretends to worship Satan can get studio time (and maybe more, dude, nudge nudge nudge) with a painfully hot babe like Kate Bush.
