ITT: write the most pretentious, snobby, and worthless review that you can for any album. Try to make it vague enough that it can apply to literally any album with little or no modification.
The band clearly didn't know what they were going for. Their ambiguous use of tonality may have sounded like a good idea in the studio but left me feeling nothing. Lyrically the album felt like it could have done without lyrics at all. In fact, the instrumentation could have been left out as well. An hour of silence would have been more pleasing than this hodge-podge of pretentious, shallow, half-baked ideas. They should have called themselves Radiodead cause they're dead on arrival.
As this music flows through your very being, Arthur Blythe gives an insight into his self-construals and their effect on how he, and by extension we as the audience, see the world through his eyes. An unrelenting assault on the soul, there are few moments of this record that are not profoundly emotional; as the famous psychologist William James would say: it triggers an enormous amount of activity in the autonomous nervous system, which we, by Lazarus's theories, appraise and interpret as emotional the emotional component of a cognitive-perceptual process. Few have succeeded so well as Blythe does here, making such profound statements with such little apparent effort.
Hearing the difference now isn't the reason to encode to FLAC. FLAC uses lossless compression, while MP3 is 'lossy'. What this means is that for each year the MP3 sits on your hard drive, it will lose roughly 12kbps, assuming you have SATA - it's about 15kbps on IDE, but only 7kbps on SCSI, due to rotational velocidensity. You don't want to know how much worse it is on CD-ROM or other optical media.
I started collecting MP3s in about 2001, and if I try to play any of the tracks I downloaded back then, even the stuff I grabbed at 320kbps, they just sound like crap. The bass is terrible, the midrange...well don't get me started. Some of those albums have degraded down to 32 or even 16kbps. FLAC rips from the same period still sound great, even if they weren't stored correctly, in a cool, dry place. Seriously, stick to FLAC, you may not be able to hear the difference now, but in a year or two, you'll be glad you did.
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My name is John, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded, no-lifes who spend every second of their day looking at stupid ass pictures. You are everything bad in the world. Honestly, have any of you ever gotten any pussy? I mean, I guess it’s fun making fun of people because of your own insecurities, but you all take to a whole new level. This is even worse than jerking off to pictures on facebook.
Don’t be a stranger. Just hit me with your best shot. I’m pretty much perfect. I was captain of the football team, and starter on my basketball team. What sports do you play, other than “jack off to naked drawn Japanese people”? I also get straight A’s, and have a banging hot girlfriend (She just blew me; Shit was SO cash). You are all faggots who should just kill yourselves. Thanks for listening.
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In a way, this album and its creators represent everything bad in music. Pseudo-intellectual affectations of grandeur. Instrumentation and lyrics worthy of a teenager's garage and diary respectively. Song structure and songwriting that is barely one step above Nickelback. The music of this band is inexplicably insipid, annoying, pretentious, and amateur at the same time. Fans of this band only needs to look at a glimpse of even slightly more detailed music to see how lacking this dreck truly is. But alas, the band and their fans will never understand because their minds simply can't comprehend that the Emperor has no Clothes. And as long as they don't, we'll continue to get music as pandering and uninspired as this album