Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Be Your Own Pet

Dear God this is rubbish. Not just ordinary rubbish, but rubbish on a scale so gargantuan it would need a landfill the size of Reading itself to contain it. Having announced that they were splitting up, the stench of contractual obligations being reluctantly fulfilled pervades the air. Heck, Jemima Pearl can't even be bothered to throw up on stage anymore. And attempting to get your drummer laid is not only tacky, it's dated - L7 auctioned theirs on stage at least a decade ago.

What we get, therefore, are frantic songs played by four people who really couldn't give a toss what they sound like and seem to just want to get the whole sordid business over with and go their different ways. Which does mean that we get 18 songs in a very short space of time, but not even old favourites such as 'Damn Damn Leash' and 'Bunk Trunk Skunk' stand out from the whole horrible mess.

Cheese says: So boring I fell asleep, despite only having had a nap an hour or so earlier


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