Black Dice - Mr Impossible

Sample an hour's worth of belches and farts, talk gibberish over it and apply all possible effects available to you on the production board you're using in whatever passes for your studio and you'll get an approximation of the crap that passes for music on this waste of space. Who listens to such dross, let alone buys it? Somebody needs to point out what I'm missing here in terms of musical innovation over self-indulgent trash. They'll have to do it sometime well in the future though as I don't intend to waste any more time right now listening to what amounts to aural abuse.

Impossible is a very apt word to feature in the album's title as I find it impossible to conceive how Black Dice have managed to get to the point of releasing five albums previous to this one. Punk it may be (possibly) but aggressive it is not. And to think for an instant that it "reconfigures the whole of popular culture" makes me wonder if there happens to be some parallel popular culture running alongside that which I've always taken to be the stuff worthy of that description. Either that or it means reconfiguration in the sense that shit is reconfigured food and drink. Pete Townshend should sue them for covering 'Pinball Wizard' so hamfistedly too.

The final track does at least take an honest approach as it has the word sludge in the title and that perfectly describes the sound produced over the course of the album's length. One word could have been used to review this (take your pick from those above) but attempting to manage 300 is a minor matter of principle so they get a fair crack of the whip despite this being  my worst album of the year so far and in pole position by miles to retain that honour at Hogmanay.