Your Body Above Me
Review by Michael O'Donahue
Phew! I can't believe I made it through this big
block of stinky cheese in its entirety! Every single thing about
this "album" is cringe-inducing, from the band's name
to the album title; from the song titles ("Can't Keep the
Rain," "Wash It Away," etc.) to the endless, dull,
inept songs themselves; from the production (muddy, flat, bargain-bin
modern) to the performances (bald-faced Edge rip-off guitar, shamelessy
horrifically horrible, horrible over-singing); from the album
cover to the band photos inside.
"Moody," "intense" and verrry,
verrry borrrrrrring, not one single part of any one single song
stands out -- much in the same way that no particular part of a
dog turd stands out. Your Body Above Me is a bad joke,
and it's not even worth a laugh -- well, maybe one or two, though
prolonged exposure may result in abject despair over the state
of Rock and Roll in the late 90's.
If swallowed, induce vomiting and call Dr. Frank.
First published in Drop-D Magazine on December 22, 1997
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