Road To Flight
There is something about this album. I can't put my finger on it. The more I listen to it, the more it grows on me. The music is a curious mix of electronic music, Jawbox-ish rhythms, and a twisted sensibility that reminds me of… The Dead Milkmen. Consider these bon mots: "I can barely write to someone without being buried alive right in their back yard (from "Internet Killer"). "It's all part of a special plan to make this world a better place; erase the mistakes we've made. Starting with you" (from "FEMA"). "You choked on after-dinner mints. It's like a backhand compliment… This is where you eat your own grenade" (from "The Last Parade"). "A hangman's noose is a hallmark for the holiday that kills" (from "Road To Flight"). I really enjoy that last one. Absurdist and at times downright silly, these songs are truly genius. Sell all you own and buy this album.
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