Encore [Aftermath, 2004]Any lingering doubts that puking and diarrhea noises might effectively forestall maturity were allayed by the crinkled noses and pursed lips they've elicited from arbiters of creativity at Billboard and Cokemachine-glow alike. Except to report tediously that he sounds bored and complain ad infinitum that he's obsessed with the love of his life (plus, right, the beats are no good, details later), how else to objectify the cycle of disinterest inevitably inspired by the mainstreaming of 8 Mile? Me, I say good riddance to his rock dreams, so much vainer than his mosh dreams, and note that said noises are hard to listen to, which is a compliment. Funny, catchy, clever, and irreverent past his allotted time, he can't make records this good forever--no one else has. But I also note that the mostly unreviewed three tracks on the bonus disc keep on pushing--"We as Americans" is a high point. That's rare. A
>>131896246>Any lingering doubts that puking and diarrhea noises might effectively forestall maturity were allayed by the crinkled noses and pursed lips they've elicited from arbiters of creativity at Billboard and Cokemachine-glow alike.Literally what the fuck does this sentence even mean?
>>131896246Isn’t this guy a literal cuck? Like his wife fucks other guys
>>131896246Correct grade for this is a C.
he actually didn't write a capsule review for TES, he devoted a full-length column to it in which he complained that Em went too far off into big rock statement territory and forgot how to be silly
>>131896246His last good album, if only he'd been smart enough to realize when to stop.
