Pictured: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club only brow beat someone at Altamont in ‘69.
Here’s a list of things I could (and probably should) talk about with this album, but won’t for fear of being a cliched mp3 blogger.
1) “Wall of guitar”
2) “Reverb”
3) “Huge drums”
4) “Epic, dude!”
5) “This album title sounds like a steak sauce.”
So there you have it. What’s left to say? I don’t know, I could tell you that this is a big departure from the last BRMC album, Howl. I could tell you that they’re doing great big rock songs, but without going all Coldplay on your ass. I could tell you that it means something more than it does. It could mean something more than it does. Who knows?
In all honesty, this is a great song from a consistantly great band. It’s nice to see that not everyone pigeon holes themselves. So anyway, enjoy. This should be used in a movie. Is that cliche enough for you?
this song is awesome, for another good one, try “666 Conducer”. OK?
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