You know, 300 posts really isn't something to be excited over...The 301st is the one to drop you panties for. Sure, there are a lot of blogs out there on the interweb with way more posts than 301, but then again, those blogs have multiple contributors and have been around for a longer period of time. That simple fact further solidifies the indisputable fact that I have no fucking life and am blessed (or cursed, with both words being completely interchangeable) with too much goddamn time. You might notice that this blog has had times where there were multiple posts in one day, and also times where posts were separated by a month or more...Yet unlike many of the other "dead" blogs out there, I have never totally lost interest and have eventually returned. This blog will never sink into the abyss that is the interweb and be haunted by the dreaded dead links that piss off the innumerable music thief's that frequent Google for rare vinyl rips, new releases or just anything that looks like it'd be kinda good. As long as I hate music, I will post it here, for free, to any bastard, bitch, or son of a bitch who get their cheap, greedy mittens on. To the denizens of the internet: fuck off and lick on DEEZ NUTS! Fuck you. Here's some more Dead Kennedys...
Now to totally shift gears and give a brutally honest music review that won't be sugarcoated with my usual rhetoric, I present to you "Frankenchrist", possibly the best worst Dead Kennedys album. Not that the Dead Kennedys have released a bad record, they just have had plenty of bad songs and on this album and "Bedtime For Democracy" they seem to have them in higher concentration. One thing on "Frankenchrist" that does get to me is that some of the arrangements on some of the songs seem slapped together, kinda like a poorly planned sleeve tattoo..."MTV Get Off The Air" and "Jock O Rama" are probably the most guilty of this. The music here is very "experimental" and while I give them credit for breaking away from the traditional hardcore mold and incorporating musically progressive traits, it doesn't work all the time and we are left with some very poorly executed songs...I fucking hated "At My Job" and the aforementioned two for this reason. I am not going to vomit up anything even remotely critical of Jello's lyrics. He always delivers the same scathing remarks critical of both punk and politics (both ends, even though he's a liberal). He's always had a knack for calling everyone out on their bullshit with his satirical, nasally and borderline annoying vocals. To sum everything up: good album with some bad songs. Some songs drag on forever and could have benefited with some massive trimming. I always thought it would be cool to do a one off crust band and make a cover album of this and call it "Frankencrust"...Kinda take the slower, sludgier appeal of Amebix and apply it here. If anyone is up to that, I'm down. Anyways, I'll shut up, everyone has a different opinion on this record. I love and hate it. Fuck it, just enjoy!
1. Soup Is Good Food
3. This Could Be Anywhere
4. A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
5. Chicken Farm
6. Jock O Rama
7. Goons Of Hazzard
8. MTV Get Off The Air
9. At My Job
10. Stars And Stripes Of Corruption
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