Excruciating, laboured panto-rock with lyrics that might as well have been scooped up by a diarrhea-stricken chimpanzee and flung at the microphone
[b]‘Talking Turkey’[/b]. [b]‘Jam It In The Hole’[/b]. [b]‘I Am A Song!’[/b]. The tracklisting of [a]Electric Six[/a]’s seventh album alone proves
they’re hardly courting fresh respect by going Godspeed. “[i]I’ll make my living in American cheese[/i]”, yowls Pr… sorry [b]Dick Valentine[/b], and so it transpires: resembling nothing so much as an unfunny [i]South Park[/i] or [a]Tenacious D[/a] album, [b]‘Zodiac’[/b] is excruciating, laboured panto-rock with lyrics that might as well have been scooped up by a diarrhea-stricken chimpanzee and flung at the microphone: check out the grotesque mentions of “druid fluid” amid the [a]AC/DC[/a] awfulness of – oh lord – [b]‘Clusterfuck!’[/b]. Actually, don’t; ES think they’re masters of all genres, but instead they’re just crass pastiche – of MOR rock, R&B, Stax, prog metal, disco and [a]Pink Floyd[/a]’s [b]‘The Great Gig In The Sky’[/b] by turns – and we’re only a bad perm away from [a]‘Weird Al’ Yankovic[/a]. Which sign is it? Cancer.
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