Okay. I said I'd say something about the new Manic Street Preachers album when I got hold of it. I was fully expecting to have to post "it's a bit shit". It isn't. It's just kind of boring. Really fucking boring. It has nothing to offer that isn't already covered by about another fifteen albums in my CD collection to which I don't listen.
I was really excited about the Steve Albini production factor. I'm an unashamed fan of his work - Shellac are awesome, and my two favourite albums he's done from behind the desk are F-Minus' Wake Up Screaming and Gogol Bordello's Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike. Both fantastic records, although I'll admit that the former is a little bit on the ear-bothering side of things.
It doesn't sound like a Steve Albini record. It sounds like the Manics said, "Hey (boyos), let's make a really gritty record. Let's make a record that sounds like it's full of anger. Let's make a record that sounds like we don't care about production value and we're all about the music (man)." In short, it sounds like a real fuckin' rock and roll record, made by your dad.
So I've pretty much just listened to some Howlin' Wolf instead. Maybe I should just give up on the Manics making a record as awesome as the one they made 15 years ago and stop pretending they have any contemporary relevance left to give.
Ho hum.
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I have got to the point where I've forgotten about the Manics still being round releasing albums. As you say, "ho hum".
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