Power ballads: None
Whining: None
Lyrics about feelings: None
Acoustic guitars: None
Guitars, period: None
Socially redeeming value: none
Pretentiousness: None
Percentage of this album's running time that makes me bang my head, tap my foot, or even make me attempt something bearing a passing resemblance to dancing: 100
With a breakdown like that, it's easy to see why Death From Above 1979 were able to lend a brief injection of vitality to the too often dull and self-important world of rock. There may not be any guitars on this album, but the monster riffs and screeching feedback of Jesse F. Keeler's bass and the pummeling, frantic drums of Sebastian Granger intertwine to create some of the most infectious, memorable, and downright fucking amazing music released so far this decade, regardless of genre. Sure, every song sounds basically the same, with some faster and thrashier and some slower and more pummeling, but at 11 tracks covering about thiry minutes You're a Woman, I'm a Machine isn't around long enough to wear out its welcome. From opening to closing, Death From Above's debut full-length (and apparently their valedictory as well) is populated exclusively with sweaty, swaggering, libidinous tunes, topped by lyrics about the girls along for the ride.
Whining: None
Lyrics about feelings: None
Acoustic guitars: None
Guitars, period: None
Socially redeeming value: none
Pretentiousness: None
Percentage of this album's running time that makes me bang my head, tap my foot, or even make me attempt something bearing a passing resemblance to dancing: 100
With a breakdown like that, it's easy to see why Death From Above 1979 were able to lend a brief injection of vitality to the too often dull and self-important world of rock. There may not be any guitars on this album, but the monster riffs and screeching feedback of Jesse F. Keeler's bass and the pummeling, frantic drums of Sebastian Granger intertwine to create some of the most infectious, memorable, and downright fucking amazing music released so far this decade, regardless of genre. Sure, every song sounds basically the same, with some faster and thrashier and some slower and more pummeling, but at 11 tracks covering about thiry minutes You're a Woman, I'm a Machine isn't around long enough to wear out its welcome. From opening to closing, Death From Above's debut full-length (and apparently their valedictory as well) is populated exclusively with sweaty, swaggering, libidinous tunes, topped by lyrics about the girls along for the ride.
One could, if one were so inclined, go ahead and analyze the individual songs on this album, but that would miss the point completely. This is not an album to be analyzed; it's an album to be felt, enjoyed, experienced, and remembered; whose songs will bounce around in your head for days after hearing it and make your grin your face off as well. I can't tell you how much I love this album.
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