Sunday, June 28, 2009

Part Chimp - I Am Come



Part Chimp - I Am Come

Part Chimp was listed as one of the heirs to the "My Bloody Valentine sound" or something like that in the final chapter of the 33 1/3 book on Loveless. I'd never heard of them before their mention in said book, but that was enough to get my attention. Why not give 'em a chance, especially when you find one of their CDs in the $1.00 bin at the used bookstore? What would I have to lose?

The thing is, it turns out they sound nothing like MBV, or really any shoegaze in the laziest sense of the term. It's loud and noisy and the guitars swirl and chime but it's got an aggressive and boozy-woozy swagger that would make crotch-grabbers like Ride sound like early Lush. These guys are probably football hooligans in their spare time. What I'm trying to say is you probably won't find these Glasgow blokes on the next Reindeer Section album. Do you catch my drift?

I Am Come is their second album, perhaps it was a buzz-worthy Internet sensation when it came out, I don't really recall. 2005 was a long time ago, and I don't even remember anything I did this past March. Furthermore, I can't even remember any moments from this album even though I've listened to it 3 times this week. My memory isn't what it used to be (I have Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease) so maybe this isn't their fault. I can tell you for sure that most of the album is all LOUD guitars and drums and shouts, like &YWKUBtToD if they sucked, which seems to be a popular opinion these days anyway. I think they want to be an angry Sonic Youth but it all comes out somewhere between Ikara Colt and a hardcore punk band who's been listening to lots of Godspeed You! Black Emperor and want to take their sound "to the next level."

I don't mean to fault these guys for giving it the old college try. This isn't a Bad album (rip MJ). I'd probably like it more if I was really into this kind of stuff but I spend my mornings listening to wispy ambient musique and wind down my nights by chilling to classique jungle slow burners from '92-'96. I mean, when I'm not listening to The Beatles or Jay-Z somewhere in between. What am I supposed to feel when I listen to this? Like a 15 year-old kid who reads Bukowski, smokes clove cigarettes and kicks puppies? If you could make an album out of the 1999 Mogwai "Blur Are Shite" t-shirt, this is what it would sound like.

Rating:

Download: "War Machine"

Friday, June 26, 2009



Sly & The Family Stone - Fresh

So SLRJ didn't update yesterday and you know what happens? That's right, Michael Jackson dies. You remember where you were. You couldn't even enjoy a perfectly normal day of masturbating to the thought of Farah Fawcett's spread asshole 'cause the King of Popping Pre-Teen Boys' Pelvises Out of Place (fuck yeah, retell that joke to all your friends and credit it to me or else) is goin' nuts and having his heart fail all over the damn place.

And so I put Sly & The Family Stone's Fresh in the CD player because it's a phenomenal recording and I only spin the hottest shit. I came of age during a time when this was considered an AMG five star album and now it's been bumped down to a miserable four. That's bullshit, frankly. So what if There's A Riot Goin' On "sustains an overwhelming mood of apocalyptic weariness throughout that makes it one of the most crucial yet harrowing documents of the post-psychedelic era"? I just threw that description together and it's probably spot on, but come on, Sly cleaned up and tightened the grooves like crazy for this one and they're just as irresistibly funky and hooky. Like a perfectly approachable middle-ground between the uplifting life-affirmation of "Everyday People" and the considerably more draining songs on Riot, which aren't really that different from Fresh, besides the latter being one of the most fantastic sounding CDs I own and the poorly mastered former being one of the most god-awful. And apparently the Riot tapes were pooped on or chewed up by a cat like SAW 85-92 but lo-fi is IN thanks to the latest Japandroids LP so COME ON FEEL THE NOISE, INDIE ROCK BOYS!!!

Where Riot just kind of dribbled out of the speakers like diarrhea, the music on Fresh pops right out at you. Listen to the drums on "In Time," man, this shit might as well be on Aja it's so perfectly mixed, rhythmically, sonically, arrangementally, everything. Hi-hats and saxophones and background vocals careening all over the fuckin' place. Prince, James Chance & The Contortions, Miles Davis, the mighty Chili Peppers and their timeless reinterpretation of "If You Want Me To Stay"... they all got it. They understood what makes this music so powerful and why this is how you funk it up!!! Sly nailed the concept of this kind of funky soul whatever the fuck as something that is to be painstakingly constructed in the studio like Prince blowing magical purple loads into his 4-track and making that direct-in electric guitar just tear your throat open. Give it up for Sly and how he must feel about watching MJ get swallowed up by his shitty life and then finally lose the chance to maybe redeem his unfortunate reputation, except he basically lost it a bit after this album and is really just another casualty of success or drugs or some crap who happens to not have stuck around long enough for everyone to wonder, "What the hell is up with that dude and why can't all superstars handle their fame with the stability and grace of Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band?"

Just a really great album. You've probably spent the recent months avoiding it but Stephen Thomas Erlewine isn't always right about everything, you know. Stop letting him kick your music taste around like that.

Rating: RIP MJ, thanks for the hitz.

Download Link: "In Time"... enjoy this beautifully remastered jam in stunning AIFF quality. Really, guys, this is like the best song ever, ask Dogg about black music some time and he'll just say, "If you don't got 'In Time,' fuggedaboutit!!!"

The album has other songs, too. "Skin I'm In" is good. "Frisky." It's all FRESH.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009



Neil Young - Fork In The Road

Everybody is so hellbent on bitching about the Archives that they forgot that Neil Young just released his best studio album from this decade! That's not really saying much of anything, though.

Pretty fun stuff here. The songs are about his car and there's some swearing. Also, it ROCKS!

I have a headache. I was going to watch Inland Empire, but my parents got done with the TV too late.

Fork In The Road is gonna give you a great time, plain and simple. If you like the cover, you will enjoy spending 38 minutes with this Long Player because that's pretty much what it sounds like. Shitty. Tossed off. Genius.

Rating: LOL

Download Link: "Just Singing A Song"... a good sign. The electric tracks on Chrome Dreams II were a bit plodding, even by Neil's standards. Here we have something that lumbers about in a good way, actually maybe approaching the kind of melodicism you might find in your favorite Crazy Horse rockers. It's not quite there, but there's a certain ragged glory here that has been somewhat missed in so many of Neil's attempts at crafting rockers throughout this decade. Certainly no "Love And Only Love," but what the hell is, anyway. I'm not saying he has to write songs that sound like his old songs. It's just that those were good songs. This is just kind of alright in a "more effortless version of the kind of thing Neil Young is really good at" way, so why not just go all out, ya know? I'm not asking anything crazy here. The man still tears it up live. He's got a fuck ton of old guy energy that I think could be channeled into something really special at this point in his career. Or more albums that are pretty much exactly like this one, which is probably more likely.

Have a good night.

Monday, June 22, 2009



Up-Tight - The Beginning of The End

"UPTIGHT!!!" sang Tom Yorke in the song "Subterranean Homesick Alien" from the '90s art rock landmark Radiohead's OK Computer. And 12 years later, Japanese psych rock RETURNS! My guess, though, is that it never really went away. I just happened to see this album mentioned a couple places and gave it a listen and there may very well be a shitload of records exactly like this released every year.

Assuming that that isn't actually the case, however, let's just say that Boris and Boredoms are the only two Japanese bands to exist during the past decade. With the former being too willing to explore various metal-oriented stylings and the latter being just too good, it really makes one long for the days when "Japanese psych" meant something that was filthy and rowdy and rough around its moist virginal slit.

Man, I'm talking about the glory days of Fushitsusha, High Rise, Kosukuya, bands listening to Les Rallizes Denudes bootlegs and taking that band's aesthetic and just fucking it up to high heaven! That's what this little 2009 jam is. The red hot production sizzles like all the musicians are waiters at Benihana pressing their faces against the grill while they play their instruments and flip mushrooms all over the damn place, not because they're Japanese, but because the record production, man, it just sizzles, that's why. Or maybe I just think that because of the boss maracas used in opening number "Our Own Portrait," which is a total LSD-chugging Spacemen 3 expedition of trippy freeway grooves and fuzzed out guitar shitting.

So we have an always refreshing "Suicide" remake first, followed by "A Song For Your Pain," which starts off with the kind of slow minor key ballad stylings that made Boris's "Flower, Sun, Rain" such a treat for the ear this past year, and as with that song we are taken through some fairly over the top guitar god heroics. The shortest track on the album and the closest thing to a vocal melody in sight! More or less.

Only four track slots available and are the members of Up-Tight gonna settle for giving you something you've already heard? Not a fucking chance. "The Destruction" starts off with low frequencies bending all over the place, you'd think it was "Macoute" from the Dead C's Future Artists album! Not a fucking chance. This is a song called "The Destruction" by Up-Tight and no one else. Soon enough, you hear some atmospheric clangy noises in the background and the bendy shit settles into a drone that just heaves itself more forcefully as a buildup of percussion carries everything upwards to the highest reaches of free noise nirvana.

WHAT A FUCKING BEAST!!!

The last track might as well be Les Rallizes Denudes' "The Last One." A lurching two chord minor key groove, pummeled into submission with a good chunk of that time taken up by some downright face-melting distortion spewage. Up-Tight chooses to not be so relentless, letting us savor the sluggish, baked atmosphere with some pleasant vocals and a crystal clear delay effect on the guitars... not before the guitarist lets loose and brings the noise during the song's final third! And it RIPS, let me tell you.

Is The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning anything new or groundbreaking? Really, now? Nah. This is definitely a case of a band knowing its psych-rock history and competently paying tribute to said history. Yet the real spice in Up-Tight's delicious stew is how they guide the listener through that history by keeping it all perfectly navigable. 40 minutes, four distinct compositional ideas explored throughout, each one sorted out into its own approachable segment, lingering long enough to give you a satisfying helping but not an upset stomach. If this kind of thing sounds like it's your bag at all, don't be up-tight... that's the band's job! Slip your writhing bloodlust into The Beginning Of The End immediately and satisfy your thirst for noisy Japanese psych bullshit in the year 2009.

Rating: TEN FUCKING STARS (not really, lol... it's pretty good, though. I guess. I enjoyed writing this review.)

Download Link: "Our Own Portrait"... the Spacemenesque rave-up that kicks off our beloved Long Player. Get in a car and drive it all over me!

Sunday, June 21, 2009



Immortal - Battles In The North

You can tell by the cover that Immortal are serving up a frosty treat with this 1995 release.

The production is certainly a testament to this idea. Not so much suffocatingly black, but more blindingly white, if you can imagine that. Or perhaps it's just that my speakers don't have any low end.

What else can I say about an album like this, really? They play black metal for 35 minutes and do an awfully good job of it. In the process, they inspired legions of imitators who had varying amounts of success attempting to cull rock power from an instantly classic formula.

The ending of every song cuts off jarringly because these dudes didn't give a fuck. Or maybe I just have a crap CD issue. The tracks are listed completely out of order, anyway.

Rating: Grab a sweater, some cocoa, and a fine wet slut to slip it all into. Throw this one into the player and it's rock time, big dogg!! I'll give it a few stars and go back to listening to music I actually enjoy like the Red Hot Chili Pepper's Californication Unmastered bootleg (which still sounds pretty crappy... yes, even with the presence of a song called "Fat Dance.")

Download Link: "Through The Halls of Eternity"... a banger to be enjoyed in stunning AIFF quality! Don't let the file name fool you, though. That's not the actual name of the song.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Atlas Sound

Deerhunter is lucky their singer is such a charity case because it's hard to think of anything to say about the music. they're great but it's just indie rock comfort food. galaxie 500 with more brain damage. i guess somewhere down the line the dude started digging the Flamingos or the Crystals or whoever, because the atlas sound record is the same sad-sack vampire shit but with vibraphones and 50's chord changes instead of noise freakouts. no actual songs, just an hour of pink noise and oxycontin. the melodrama is pretty over the top but i used to love stupid shit like the Associates so i guess there's a place in my heart/microscopic ballsack for this.

Download Link: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=45JE1Y0D


Marissa Nadler - Little Hells

THis is a female who does slow and boring songs, which sucks because the album is 40 minutes long and I listened to the whole thing.

If your name is Melissa Nadler and you google your name and find this page, don't be sad about it 'cause I spent the entire night watching clips of Artie Lange guesting on talk shows and don't have an indie rock album or a vagina.

Someone give me a job!

Rating:

Download Link:

Sunday, June 14, 2009



Sonny Sharrock - Ask The Ages

All the other classic albums from various jazz greats are reissued a couple times every decade and available at your local Borders Books & Music.

But no, not so for Ask The Ages. In fact, this shit is downright out of print.

That's because Sonny Sharrock was always a true outsider, more than even any other free jazz musician, really. He cranked out the dopest melodies and made the most awful noises and didn't give a fuck about guitar chops because he really just wanted to be a tenor player instead and he couldn't because of his asthma and such resentment toward one's instrument of choice (or non-choice) is not the sort of thing that is gonna be taught at America's fine institutions of formal music education, mister!

So first of all, he's older-ish. Second, it's 1991 and there are no more AMG 5-star jazz classics at this point (except this one, but nobody knows that.) Dude finally gets his shit together and recruits top jazz heavyweights ELVIN JONES and PHARAOH SANDERS instead of those porn fusion downtown cats he was playing with in the '80s.

Luckily, this was 1991, the year of Nirvana's Never Mind and fucked up primal noise was IN, dogg. Sonny was ballin' groupies and guest soloing on Bush's Golden State LP in no time. And just as the young hipster contingent began to roll in, he fucking died and that's terrible.

I was drumming along with this and then I realized that I can't believe how much I suck, it's true. So I wrote a review of it instead. 'Cause I'm really good at those, right???

Rating: Bill Laswell produces it and it doesn't sound dated at all, amazingly. Right amount of fullness in every perfectly mixed instrument. No shitty guitar tones to be found. Gloriously tasteful overdubs when necessary. Everything that is potentially great about jazz is here and everything that was great about Sonny Sharrock as an artist only enhances that. Balls out, unpretentious, fuckable, suckable. RESPECT.

Download Link: "Who Does She Hope To Be?"... he's on like some Eddie Hazel shit with this one.

Saturday, June 13, 2009



Mandarin Movie - Mandarin Movie

This album was the last time I bought a new CD without having read a review or having heard a single note of in advance. No, I had no idea what this was going to sound like! It was on Aesthetics Records and had an interesting cover, and that was good enough for me. It's easy to justify buying things like on impulse when you've got a generous employee discount. I was also spending a lot more money than I was making and had to ask my parents for help more than once. What an embarrassing couple of years that was.

This band is lead by Rob Mazurek, who's probably one of the 2 or 3 biggest names in Chicago jazz and put out a ton of albums as part of the Chicago Underground Duo/Trio/Quartet/etc. before moving to Brazil or something. Here he's credited (in order) with playing computer, electric eels, Moog, pianette, and cornet. Lots of other musicians of the avant-garde play on this album too. I don't have time to list them all but maybe some of these names might tickle your fancy. Matthew Lux, Alan Licht, John Herndon... hungry now? I thought so!

If you like Isotope 217 or Tortoise but wish they'd spend more time droning and bringing in the power electronics, or enjoy the dark and spazzed out side of jazz fusion ("Rated X," "Theme From Jack Johnson," et al.) then this is the album you've been waiting for. Then again, you'd probably be better off just listening to old Miles Davis or Borbetomagus or whatever floats your boat. Plenty of sinister grooves here, but you've got to do your part while listening or it's gonna sound pretty wretched. You know what I mean? This isn't latte-sipping background music, but that doesn't mean you can't stroke your chin to it. That's actually recommended. I also enjoy this in the car, probably more so than at home. Go figure!

Rating:

Download: "The Highest Building in the World", the last and longest song on the album. Why settle for less when you can have the best? Music to soothe the savage breast.

Friday, June 12, 2009



Clikatat Ikatowi - Orchestrated & Conducted By

If you've ever fallen into the bad habit of buying every Gravity Records release because used copies are all like $3.99 each, you've probably been disappointed by the fact that it all sounds the fucking same and there aren't any actual songs and the vocals are obnoxious and it's all sort of objectively terrible.

Clikatat Ikatowi had it together a little more than most of their peers, however. There's only so much of this faggy racket that a stable person can really take and these dudes actually reign it in a bit with some boss dynamics, sort of tightish playing, and production that doesn't sound like all the guys wiping their asses on you.

Mario Rubalcaba is a good drummer.

I dunno.

Rating: Some cool guitar noises. It's 29 minutes long, there are slow parts, there are fast parts. Not really an unrelenting blast of post-hardcore fury compared to other GR releases, but too much of that shit can get tiring, ya know? If you want all brutal, all the time, with zero room for the sound or the listener to breathe, take your early Antioch Arrow EPs and be done with it.

Download Link: "DNA Timebomb"... pretty dopeass drumming on this one! Fans of SLRJ favorite At The Drive-In might find something to enjoy here.

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Slum Village - Fan-Tas-Tic Vol. 1

listen i know u never heard this so check it out... make you dance like eating zatarain's......

Download Link: http://www.mediafire.com/?azn3bgxwexj

Tuesday, June 09, 2009



Blank Dogs - Under & Under

46 minutes of Blank Dogs music. In 2009.

I hope these songs aren't actually good because I sure as fuck don't want to sit through this again.

Rating: All Blank Dogs songs sound the fucking same except for "Blaring Speeches," which has the most blatant Cure/Joy Division influence. A couple others have decent hooks, as well. Really, though. Enough with this shit.
Download Link: "Tin Birds"... guitar line on this one stood out.

Monday, June 08, 2009



Sufjan Stevens - Illinois

Remember this album, LOL. For some reason while I was taking my math final, I kept thinking about it and decided to put it on when I got back to my room.

It's so awful that you sometimes forget how good it is and that's why you haven't listened to it once since 2005... UNTIL RIGHT NOW.

Anyone who enjoys this music but doesn't use words like "faggy" and "nasty dripping pussy" while talking about it should just slit his or her own throat today.

One of the songs was in Little Miss Sunshine, a top ten film of the '00s.

The best part is when he says, "I am crying in the bathroom."

If "John Wayne Gacy, Jr." doesn't make you laugh, you should re-evaluate your life.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine hates this shit, which is awesome because he also correctly gave Reel Big Fish's Cheer Up! 4 1/2 stars out of 5.

Rating: shit/10 (just kidding, this is actually an okay album, even if it'll probably be years until I'm able to legitimately enjoy it as actual music, and who knows, maybe that means never (probably))
Download Link:

Friday, June 05, 2009



Wolf Eyes - Wolf Eyes

It's the year 2000 and as usual these Ann Arbor noise pranksters are making no secret of their Whitehouse and Throbbing Gristle worship. Just listen to the way the synths gurgle and the electronic kick drums pummel you in a somewhat drained manner. If you want your patience testing avant-garde music to carry a satisfactory dose of post-ironic nihilism, then you are in for a treat because Wolf Eyes is all tummy tickling fun! Enjoy the pitch-shifted yelping in "Black Rows," the too-over-the-top-to-really-sound-threatening insane guy vocals in "Black Is Back" (early Ween + power electronics?!), the downright HILARIOUS vocals/lyrics combo on "Imagine Yourself As Me" ("IMAGINE YOURSELF AS MEEEEEEEE!!! NIGHT CLUBS, HOTELS, RADIO SHOWS!!! PEP RALLIES, HIGH SCHOOL... TALENT SHOWS!!!"), the IRONY DRIPPING song titles "Heartbeat City," "Give It Up," "These Girls of Mine," "Tryin' Times," the list goes on. Not a lot of 15 minute "art" epics here. The Wolf Guys are more set on finding that simultaneously unsettling and goofy balance between humor and sheer noise brutality, which mostly just results in "songs" that one could easily describe as being "obnoxious and not a whole lot more than that." And they'd be right.

Rating: Just too much. Especially over 45 minutes. No John Olson to reign Msrs. Dilloway and Young in a bit? Is that it? Who cares? Nobody is listening to this shit in 2009.
Download Link: "Imagine Yourself As Me" (in .aiff format! Sorry, guys, I didn't feel like ripping from the compact disc.)

Thursday, June 04, 2009



The Strange Boys - The Strange Boys... And Girls Club

Did these feisty buckaroos just take someone's Apple® computer outside and take a picture of themselves using the renowned Photo Booth feature and call that the album cover? Sure bloody looks like it! What's next, writing their songs using nothing but autotune, a program that has the power to literally make songwriting brilliance materialize out of thin air and should be stopped at all costs?

But that's a debate that we just can't get into right now. A debate that cannot be contained by this blog, let alone by a single entry. However, PLEASE add your thoughts to this internet message board thread if you want to be part of the solution. Or any solution, really. Fight the good fight to preserve authenticity in music. I said, "music," not "rap," LOL.

Alright, so this album is okay. Garagey rock that is supposed to sound old and like the past half century of music never even happened. Some sort of achievement in rock music production as well as songwriting, perhaps? It all certainly sounds like these young people have done their homework and know the difference between the Wailers and No Age. Sounding authentic is something that they don't have to worry about.

Who fucking cares, though? Are these songs any good? Why 16 tracks? Why 37 minutes? Do we praise these bands for not inescapably sounding like products of their time or do we throw this shit away while we know that three months later we'll still be spinning the classics while the next Merriweather Post Pavilion will truly be capturing our new music hungry hearts?

The truth is... no one can say for sure. Certainly not me because I only listened to this album once and if you're reading this blog, you are more than familiar with the concept of "the grower" and how one can be lurking behind every corner, even when you're convinced that you shouldn't even bother expecting it to do so.

Dogg and I went out for burritos the other night and while discussing our favorite releases of the year (his top 5: Phoenix, Green Day, MPP, The-Dream, Grizzly Bear; mine: MPP, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The-Dream, Future of The Left, Wavves (<-- recommended)), he looked at me blankly and stated, "Music is done. Go home."

And it was. And I did.

Thanks, Dogg.

Rating: Let It Bloom still sounds okay.
Download Link: I don't think so.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

YO, DOGGS, IT'S THE FIRST EVER SOLID LITTLE ROCK JAMS SPECIAL GUEST REVIEW


Jasper Todd Hitchen
1990-2009


Jasper was a good friend with a beautiful heart and a satisfying cock. He loved indie rock and having objectively terrible taste in literally everything. I was lucky to have climbed into his sweaty sexual belly one last time before he lost his life to the swine flu in his UCLA dormitory. He wanted to write this review for SLRJ a month ago and I laughed in his face. He's dead now, though.




The Beatles - Rubber Soul

Rubber Soul kinda sucks. Every song is pretty fucking stupid and if someone had never heard The Beatles before and you put this album on for them and told them it was by the best band of all time they would punch you in the face. But you should probably punch them back and tell them how rude that was because this is one of the all time greats and you can't just piss on the classics like that!

Of my top 50 Beatles songs, I think two of them are on Rubber Soul: “Drive My Car”, with it's McCartney tongue-in-cheek wit, that fluid brain-melting bass, and Ringo holding it all together with that light, perfect rat-tat-tat. The other, “In My Life”, is a real TJ Tearjerker and one of the few times that John Lennon seems sincere when he's getting sentimental. A real winner!

So why do I consider it the greatest record by the greatest band? Because no matter how long I look, I cannot find a flaw in it. Not in songwriting, not in the production, not in the tone, not in the lyrics, not even on the cover. That was the Beatlecut at it's prime. Very little I wouldn't do for a McCartney circa 1965.

Even band knew they had perfected music at this point. Every album that precedes Rubber Soul is taking another step forward as the Fab Four honed their craft, diversified their arsenal, and pushed the limits of the music industry at the time. But with Revolver they started walking sideways. Instead of writing “songs”, they started writing “psychedelic songs”. On Sgt. Pepper's, they did a “concept album”. Magical Mystery Tour had a fucking movie. But this was the apex of rock music. These dudes were cutting and pasting tape together and they made the harmonies on “Nowhere Man” sound like they're timed by supercomputers. “You Won't See Me” is a soaring, slashing, semi-anthem that's begging for my love, but too reserved to deserve it. “MICHELLE”, MA BELLE. Every sound falls exactly into place. The band is a tight, sloppy, wet, thirsty cunt. George is beating out these wanky solos he wrote in 30 seconds all over this masterpiece. Short and sweet, ready to repeat, 35:39 (fuck the U.S. version).

There's very few overwhelming moments on the album, where you're just overtaken with this powerful musical bliss that you can't shake off. It's very restrained and difficult to get emotional about. It feels antithetical to everything that a sensitive, 21st century college-going man w/feelings should be looking for in his musical entertainment. The excitement isn't jaw-dropping, but rather jaw-clenching in it's uptight, nervous perfection. Rubber Soul is so few things but so many millions of things that it's not. It's not cheesy, it's not silly, it's not serious, it's not purposeful, but most of all it's not flawed. I recommend it to both my family and friends.


- Jasper Hitchen, 06/02/09