Sometimes I wish you readers could sit on this side of music criticism. It's amusing to see how many writers mine bands' official press releases and follow the leader. It's the infinite sadness to Adore 's Mellon Collie . Writers keep focusing on Jimmy Chamberlain's return, but the venerable Joey Waronker, who played all over Adore , is a far better drummer. Flood deep-fries the sound in golden calf fat.
Guitars hiss like hig pressure hoses.
Gelatinous bass issues from the crust like pus. The psoriatic sound comes off like infected yellow scabs growing on fragile frosted glass. Siamese Dream never utilized computer and keyboard crutches to such a degree. Sadly, an ego scud has blown up Corgan's muse, distributing the gore between the territories of 4AD, Windham Hill, Cleopatra, and Elementree. So I'm operating on the premise that I hear the voice of God.