in order to relieve the deluge of album reviews they get, The Grapevine Manatees asked me to condense a few into smaller bite sized morsels. This I did with no hassle.
However if you do click the link below to read the reviews, then the introduction will seem a little disjointed. Well this was because the first part was lopped off due to space issues. But thanks to the powers of blogging, i can now add the first part for your reading pleasure. Enjoy.
Aural Leftovers – Rock Dicks And Computer lust….
Rock is dead. I know this, not because people are buying less rock music than ever before, or that I’m sitting here poking it in its glassy eyes with a stick after I stoved its head in with a Roland TB-303 synthesizer.
No, it’s because I’ve listened to ‘Better When We’re Dead’ by Deep Jimi and the Zep Creams. Bearing a name only bettered for crapulence by A Dog Named Sex or Dumpy’s Rusty Nuts, you’re overwhelmed by the most limp, spineless excuse for rock music this side of Rockstar: Supernova. The lyrics are cliché-ridden and the guitars have the oomph of a sloth on mogadon. Couldn’t they put their dicks in their socks or something? (-)