Reviewed by: Cosmo Lee
Reviewed on: 2006-10-18

Posted 10/18/2006 - 08:57:57 PM by :
	An angel voice sounds hallelujah, for tolling bells, a Dominethecan Prefix of the Order of Vitrus for whom low is is a colour whose dimensions are stained glass souls. Fex Urbis trammels these pathways like a camel, slit from hump to bellybag, the liver`s castrated denum full of overspilt sand & mulch, the sun`s desert baked mirage of atonal vomiting of sand, thousands of egregious birds flap the damn riff like a coffee cup, sure, this part of the review doesn`t lie. But that accentuated left-right panning is Simple Minds circa New Gold Dream; second hand bins dusted detritus fifty copies of overstock until the punter pukes the albums tacky colour scheme back into his past memory & 2025 writes a blank & homeless missive to his depression. The end of an end, as if things were always ending but never do, that`s the depression that bores him. This review, then, sifts the same words like sand in a random order, and kills the album`s already underheard songsmithery like a poison-tipped Cupid`s arrow. Waste of time dude. Like, wow, Donnie`s cute but he`s got a pimple, so I`m not dating a jock like that.
Posted 10/19/2006 - 04:25:59 AM by meatbreak:
	Hydrocephalitic nematodes
Posted 11/03/2006 - 01:23:22 PM by ryden1:
	The Disexists might be more pretentious than a stack of 1000 Ludicra records. What a douche.