self-parody fluff but sounds better than the last record
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Hmmmmm
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I haven't dug them since The Monitor.
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They had a good run up until last year
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Song is exhausting in the worst way possible
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yeah I love these guys but their last album sucked and this was only marginally better
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reminds me of the most lamentable tragedy at its most aggressive. i like it but nothing too special
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All this talk about Laura Stevenson having the most beautiful voice of the 21st century, she's my Elvis, blah, blah, blah. Finally, the real greatest vocalist of our time appears. The majestic, soaring, graceful, smooth, serene, warm, powerful, and pure voice of Patrick Stickles comes to serenade us as society falls apart. And are any of you grateful that the talent of a generation has come once again with his abundant and delightful tenor, like an eagle soaring in the sky above pink petals swooping gently in the wind? No. No you're not. Not at all.
Losers.
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Nerd smh
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Oh my Lord, that final note he hits on this track.
Perfection.
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i dig it
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well, maybe Bob Mould can improve them?
... maybe?
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His involvement is the only thing giving me hope tbh
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And not this incredibly innovative, soul-wrenching single??!!
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nah, not really. it's decent, but the vocals are just laughably bad
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HOW DARE YOU
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Their last one was a real letdown so hopefully this one’s better than that at least
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"vocals are just laughably bad"
agreed 100%
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his voice on stable boy reminds me of a young brian wilson.
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tired-sounding demo song with shockingly poor lyrics from a guy with Stickles' talent. guess this isn't their big comeback
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I now feel 110% more woke than previously, bless lord Titus
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band is a 1 factory
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As of late it's hard to argue against that
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"band is a 1 factory"
I blame society.
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just listened and it was pretty OK? Repetitive and not quite a return to form, but much better than anything from the last album for sure.
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Okay, here we go fuckers, I can't believe you're actually causing me to be serious:
Real Talk and Above the Bodega are jams. Number One in New York is far better than most depict it as.
The rest of Productive Cough is utter shit.
Kind of like this single.
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"I'm getting real hype right now"
I agree with you on Above the Bodega.
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Productive Cough is fun and unremarkable, it's neither great nor the trainwreck people say it is imo
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And while the Bob Dylan cover is awful, it's hilarious. Every time.
This song certainly isn't better than everything on Productive Cough though. It's about equal with its most drivelish drivel. It's as lazy and boring as Real Talk, except this time Stickles decided to write lyrics. Bully for him.
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you didn't mention the only actually good song on APC which is Crass Tattoo
Real Talk is one of the worst songs I've ever heard to this day
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Sweet. Will be checking
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Oh shit. I forgot their last album was terrible.
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I'm very glad they're at least partially going back to writing punk jams instead of that barroom ballad stuff.
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*blames society but wastes a fuckton of paper poster-boards*
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I remember his voice being...less annoying on The Monitor
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Every new album there’s a new batch of people saying his voice is more annoying than it used to be, and every new album, I don’t hear it. Still haven’t listened to this though.
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"I remember his voice being...less annoying on The Monitor"
That was 2,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 cigarettes ago.
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Fun, dumb single, hoping this isn't indicative of the whole album's sound. Comes across as an uninspired riff of Most Lamentable Tragedy, but I like these blokes enough to hope for better.
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