So.
I missed out on a VERY eventful party, it would seem.
Goddamnit.
But on a louder (?) note, I got one of my predicted A2 grades. For Anglais. Which terrified me, but then Mr. Clatters said that it was a "definite A". HELL YEH. *shimmies* I am happy. I rule. It is the only subject I really work at and WOO.
/Big headed moment.
Anyway.
Nothing else to report, really, other than I have the Muse album, and it's amazing.
Yawn.
Bye bye.
3 comments:
"Muse – Black Holes and Revelations
Last month, Muse royally pissed off their idiot fans by releasing a song that wasn’t yet another grandiose tornado of wild-eyed wailing and electro-baroque pomposity. After an industrious career of writing the same song fifty times, they wrote— god forbid— a different song. Any credit I might be tempted to give Muse for sticking it to dorks who like their usual material is instantly wiped away by the fact that their new single, “Supermassive Black Hole,” sounds like the Fatboy Slim remix of Lenny Kravitz imitating Prince. If you’re going to change your musical direction, Muse, try to avoid changing your direction off the edge of a goddamn cliff.
Muse: Elaborate Masturbation
Elsewhere, the album remains true to the perennial Muse motto of “more is more,” and they are, as always, as overblown as Ron Jeremy’s flagellum in 1985. The album’s second single, “Knights of Cydonia,” sounds like the theme song to a wild-west Highlander sequel set in Freddie Mercury’s butt. To call the album “bombastic” would be a gross understatement. It’s so grandiose that it makes chandeliers and Faberge eggs obsolete. It’s so flamboyant that it makes Richard Simmons look like Humphrey Bogart. It’s so ostentatious that it would make Liberace’s finest jacket blush.
When Muse engages in musical masturbation, which is all the time, they go for broke. They don’t just “jerk off” like the average Joe; they spread out a tarp and set up five video cameras on tripods and set out little bottles of scented oil from far-flung regions of the Orient. They crank up one of those Martin Denny Exotica records and get fully nude and do things to themselves that would, if Caligula happened to walk into the room, make him throw up his hands and shout “enough!” They really explore their bodies.
Unfortunately, they seem to have forgotten that the more elaborate their music gets, the less it will tend to appeal to people with aesthetic sensibilities that don’t happen to value things like dragon shirts, Star Trek, and Mountain Dew commercials. They’re too pussy to be metal and too metal to be cool. Tragically, even when they slow their tempos or switch their styles, Muse is doomed to be incapable of the only thing that might save them from pure shit-rock oblivion: fucking toning it down a little.
The “black hole” is Matt Bellamy’s own darkling anus, into which he has been burrowing ever further since 1999, and the “revelation” is that they still fucking suck. Case closed."
http://www.somethingawful.com/index.php?a=3888
Yeah, Muse are rubbish.
Sorry Cousie.
Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom.
I do not care whether you feel the need to paste someone else's opinion on to my blog.
I like Muse, and that's that.
Now stop moaning.
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