Thursday, April 13, 2006

Music: The Lovemakers

I like the album. I am not confident in their ability to sound cool and fresh in ten years, but for now they are great. They remind me in certain ways of Therapy? Therapy? was awesome when I was a junior and senior in high school because they reflected some of the near-insane levels of anger I felt on a mostly daily basis, but now they sound more than a little silly. Not simply because I have moved on from that age and those issues, but because the quality seems firmly rooted in the mid-90s punk wave cresting.* The Lovemakers have this sound that feels destined to remain rooted in the mid-00s and never really break out of it. A bit like the Cranes.

Incidentally, I don't think I can really listen to them anymore but not for any of the reasons I have previously stated. I am not going to explain this either, so piss off.

*This may have only been a resurgence in relation to me and not in relation to the ebb and flow of punk.

9 comments:

Smartypants said...

I ate a lot of tres leches for dessert today and there's nothing wrong with that.

Chuckles said...

Um, what the hell is tres leches? Three milk casserole?

I am never one to put down dessert, in both senses of the phrase.

teh l4m3 said...

Okay, that didn't make sense.

Smartypants said...

It's a great Mexican dessert. Sweet, with a lot of milks so it's sort of oozing this sweet milky goodness throughout the cake part.

It makes me very happy.

teh l4m3 said...

that's why you suggested I quit the simple sugars! YOU WANT TO HOARD THEM ALL, DAMN YOU!!

Anonymous said...

I love how smarty twists the knife.

Here's me in my tiny undies eating dessert, cobags!

Chuckles said...

Back on the web finally!

Unknown said...

Can you imagine the Chucklette in therapy?!

I swear, I am the only one to have never been. Especially as a New Yorker this is true!*

*Not that there is anything wrong with therapy or NYers.

Chuckles said...

Dude, I have never been to therapy nor do I need it. I have Plato and Camus which is the one two punch of the genius. Everything follows from Plato and Camus reminds one that everything will end in ways you can't imagine.