note: misanthropaganda is so much more fun when you view it on your desktop or laptop. Your tablet is fine I guess, as is your phone, but for full enjoyment and understanding of the artist's (ha ha) vision, take my suggestion. It gives the posts a look that's a bit more reminiscent of an old 90's fanzine layout, which is the whole point of this bullshit blog...
I thought I was done for the day. I had finally posted the 'Extinction' bit after wrestling with the fucking thing for like a month. A sense of accomplishment flooded my synapses. Now, for some leisure reading, a little Sunday night escapism before returning to tomorrow's waiting nightmares. So I started Google-searching for music reviews of The Effigies Reside album, since I am soon to order it and was just curious as to what the know-it-alls think of it. The first review that came up was from PunkNews.Org so I gave them the click. As I got through the first paragraph I quickly surmised from the hack writer's preamble that perhaps this particular Effigies joint may not be their best. I was prepared for that because I've allowed myself small snippets of the album on Youtube and I didn't hear anything that fucks my head up like the singles "Haunted Town", "Body Bag" or the Forever Grounded and Ink LPs.
But in further reading, this cocksucker writer, in order to illustrate another point, the point being that great bands should not be judged solely upon a bad record, called out God Of Love by the mighty, mighty Bad Brains as an "embarrassment". I almost fell off of my barstool. First of all, how can anyone refer to anything by the Brains as an embarrassment and not be struck by lightning? Second of all, where the fuck do you get your balls to talk about that record? Okay, the title track is a little bit wonky, but hardly. But to get there you have to go through the opener, "Cool Mountaineer" which is straight fire, not atypical of the Brains. Next up, "Justice Keepers", still bearing some similitude to true Brains form but with an update, a mixing board refresh that made them sound really lush, and a groove relevant to its time of release. Nevertheless, "Justice Keepers" is dope, it's just different, and Mr. Music Review at that bullshit website does not have the supertouch needed to understand the Brain's vision. And even if you skip "Over The Waters" (even though I wouldn't, it's probably one example of the Bad Brains finest moments in Reggae mode), you'd land on track 8, "Darling I Need You". Hold on a sec, I want to illustrate my point... Please listen (not hear) this song...
Can I do without "To The Heavens", track 9 of this album ? Sure, I guess. It's a song that I can play for my kid and maybe get a reaction from him, in other words it sounds juvenile. A throwaway for sure, if you absolutely must trim all of the fat from the steak, even though the fat is often what gives the steak its flavor. The flavor in this case being the songs that seem to have originated more out of HR's vision, which I feel the last three tracks are mostly of his doing. Sure, HR is an oddball, but up until God Of Love, the man had brought six classic albums into our little world, goddamnit, indulge his eccentricities. Besides, the album closer "How I Love Thee" is kind of dope, that is, if you smoke weed. Oh shit, and how could I have almost forgotten to have mentioned Doc's solos throughout the joint are on some other shit, showing so much proficiency and soul, and mixed masterfully I'd like to point out as well. While the knobs definitely got tweaked on this record to give Doc a bit of a fuller, more contemporary Heavy Metal-like sound, the end resulting tone is not overbearing in the least. It sounds just right and well in the context of the albums overall sound.
But having to sit here and pose an argument for anything that the Brains have ever laid down is sacrilegious, and on a Sunday no less! I will sing no further glories of these four prophets of positivity because their works alone shall speak for them. However, I suggest to the nameless hack writer who punched up that piece of shit review that the next time, if ever, he sees the Bad Brains somewhere he should politely ask them if he could pull out all four of their dicks and suck them simultaneously, deeply and profusely for his blasphemous insult at the greatest Punk, nay, greatest Rock band ever. Shit, forget the insult, he should rim their assholes one at a time based alone on the importance of the Brains' contribution and influence on Punk and Hardcore music. The band, they may not be down for some batty shit, though. They're fabled to be quite homophobic, in true Rasta fashion.
