The blogger in me is the blogger in you.
In honour of the Smashing Pumpkins kind of coming back together, let’s go ahead and tear them apart.
This is not the joyful euthanasia concept album that the title suggests.
You get me closer to blog.
This is as close as I’ve ever gotten to gushing about an album on this blog.
Wherein I make the joke: “More like Bi-snore-al”.
Come for the Todd McFarlane dancing girl. Stay for the… fretless bass?
Maybe there should have been a code. A code to decipher. Like, you know. For something else to do that isn’t just listening to this album.
This got complicated. Like River Cuomo’s sexual proclivities.