Reviews by kuvien

See, the thing is: you can’t actually take a radio to the mountaintop. Yeah, I ain’t a fucking Buddhist, either, love.

Exactly the kind of music I never want to hear.

Hey, OP, did this album "break" you? Did you traumabrag on Reddit about it?

Redundant addition to this project.

Everything I never want to hear all wrapped up in one perfect storm of suck. Every cliche is employed. Not a single original moment.

This album is an absolute gem, a blast to listen to and sing along with, and just overall a fun way of dealing with what teenagers would consider "edgy" themes. MCR takes those cringey feelings of youth and puts them into interesting songs that make it all palatable.

You shouldn't be allowed to participate in communal listening projects where you get to add your opinion.

One of these tracks sounds like the melody of "I'm My Own Grandpa".

Interesting, quirkier pop. This is an electro-party of an album, chock full of not only catchy melodies and danceable beats, but being produced by Giorgio brings a playful, fresh disco scene to the music, despite it coming at the end of the 70s.

Truly one of the worst albums ever made

a tragic waste of my time

After my friend and I listened to this album, we stood back to back in nothing but our whitey-tighties, bent forward in opposite directions, stuck revolver barrels up each other's buttcracks, and pulled the triggers.

What a useless fuckin' album

Rock on

An idealism that struggles to survive in the harsh realities of this world--realities devoid of love and responsibility. Both the softly-delivered lyrics and the indietronic music contain this bittersweet idealism. Whenever I listen to this album, I just smile faintly, my heart simultaneously lifted and sunk by the hopeless fight.

Faded Paper Figures released their first album five years after this was released. This has to be the inspiration for that band's sound. I mean, the band's even got two dudes and a chick.

Overrated band loved by no one walking around outside in real life.

A 76-minute album. Fuck you.

I like how the album opens with droning horns that devolve into playing like children. And then come the beautiful strings and lush harps. The choral singing fits perfectly. There are some highly avant moments sprinkled throughout, and even after multiple listens, I find it refreshingly difficult to predict where the unorthodox structure of the music is going to go next.

Nice troll.

The favorite album of your neighbor of a certain age who thinks he knows music but knows nothing about it.