Anyone know Maynard James Keenan’s opinion on clouds?
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Patrick St. Michel: “And over here, we have a finely aged option… we call it ‘freshman year of high school.’ Note the hints of angst, the similarity to Staind, and the back-half stab at musical complexity that is truly laborious. Unfortunately, we must put this in our darkest corner for a while later.”
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Josh Langhoff: Mmm, this is some atmosphere, lemme tell you, and just like Earth’s atmosphere it is thick and tumid and devoid of tunes and it crushes me down with the weight of a thousand suns. At least when the Gathering worked this territory they had the good sense to blast off into space. Come on, guys — it’s not like you killed someone!
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Alfred Soto: They’ve got a story to tell. And tell and tell. Three minutes into this opus, during which the band includes a lifeless rhythm strumming interlude, things get portentous.
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Brad Shoup: I’m a fan of Keenan’s fetid-tapioca vocal tone, but wedded to such a flat crawl it’s just another grater. I’m sure some Mayniac can let me know about the combinatorics involved in the meter, but I thought APC was his outlet for prettiness.
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Anthony Easton: This is like Tori Amos done as brunch music in the beginning and the end, the middle more like goths grown up: not really a mess, but not really interesting either.
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Jonathan Bradley: I kept waiting for the storm to hit, but all I got was a plod-rock take on Stringer Bell’s forty degree day.
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