Okay back to AUTOMATIC by the Jesus Chain Gang
From Pitchfork. Yeah, I hate Pitchfork. Fuckers rate Auto and Honey's Dead pretty low. Fuck them. But the reviews are interesting anyway:
Automatic (1989): Conventional wisdom wrongly calls this the dud. With the band reduced to the brothers only, things go artificial: The drum machine is foregrounded, the bass is played on keyboards, the feedback’s on vacation. In that space, the Reids take their biggest shot at doing full-on pop, something that-- on a global alternative classic like the Pixies-covered “Head On”-- feels like a career peak. The rockier album cuts get pretty turgid, and both Reids start to feel like parodies of themselves, but at points they fall into a synthetic rock grind that’s almost industrial-- fascinating, in a time-capsule kind of way. [ME: At times?! Fuck you. All through this album, fuckwads. Just because these guys got the balls to rock and you don't... . I mean, does your wife ever let you get to play the stereo LOUD!? Fuck you, you pathetic pitchfork loser.]
Honey’s Dead (1992): Conventional wisdom wrongly calls this the return to form, mostly because they got a drummer and wrote some lively tunes. The problem is that the well-recorded feedback and effortful Jagger yowling here sound like two guys straining to be cool, the exact thing that Psychocandy evaded. It’s also their first fully contemporary grunge-era record, so if you wanted to hear a rock band try, you could just buy something current. [ME: Again, a big fuck you. Did you LISTEN to this record? Do you have BLOOD in your veins? Are you a zombie? Do you know how to fuck, you fuckwad?]
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