That wasn’t funny Incubus, this C.D. was by far the hardest ever to remove from the case, silly Incubus. A Crow Left of the Murder may not satisfy all old Incubus listeners, but who are we to stand in the way of evolution? Acknowlege this band as a maturing organism, embrace the music without any pre-concieved ideas and you’ll have a far more pleasent listening experience with this exciting new album.
Everything’s been cleaned up, forget the garage rapcore band that got you wearing flourescent wrist warmers again and meet the new, improved, and well funded bunch of minstrels with the sort of song-writing dedication to justly situate themselves on the shelves just below classic rock legends like YES, Journey, Rush and a bunch of hair bands that were, in their time, ahead of their time, only in our time instead. The sound can be most easily described as “Grown-up.” I dare say this isn’t only the most creative alternative album this year, but quite possibly the most divine non-christian rock sound ever produced. I shudder to think of the insane quantities of drugs which must’ve been involved in the creation of an album of this calibur; a morphing Bill and Ted style homage to hackeysack enthusiasts worldwide.
Is this all a nicer way of saying the homeys have sold out? Well, if selling out means mellowing out, then yes, yes Timmy they have, but I want you to go out and buy this new album just the same and you keep it and you hide it. Hide it well Timmy! Then you listen to it when you’re 24 years old and Bankrupt, riding the bus and reading Chiaroscuro religiously. Maybe then you can appreciate it. (That is, if your girlfriend who makes all your decisions for you because you got no spine will even let you listen in the first place) One thing I really do miss though: The lounge band version of Incubus, with all the elevator jazz guitar and bordeling calypso drumming. Why’d they abandon that? Sometimes I don’t always want my little incubus to grow up so fast. sigh
Untrue Stereotypes
Featuring: THE INCUBUS FAN
People who love Incubus…
1)Don’t all love hip hop
Be it quite common to spot an Incubus fan driving down the street in a Honda but rarely does one find an Incubus fan rollin in an Impala. In fact, nobody I know even owns one, sortof proving my theory. I knew a guy who drove a Porche and listened to Morning View, but it was an older Porche and Morning View kinda sucked. Surely these fans DO exist though rarely they appear in contradiction to the stereotype.
2)Don’t all smoke weed
...Together or otherwise. Reports are pouring in around the clock from small, scattered patches of Canadian men and women who do NOT smoke weed whatsoever. When we plotted their locations on a map we started noticing a pattern, the symbol formed by our pinpoints was documented, so far…nothing.
3)Do NOT all rule at hackysack
But seriously, listening to Incubus can drastically improve your tripods and bombs, loosen you up and make you kick like a Chinese soccer player. Something about it’s aggressive nature clings to a Rob Shneider character’s instinct that screams “Do NOT let it hit the ground!” Sometimes rediculously, sometimes forcing you to stretch the limits of your sepability.
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