Giles "s/t" CD
[Victory]
Before I unleash the fuckin' fury, let it be known, for those unaware, that this CD is some sort of electronic side project from Thomas Giles Rogers, Jr., frontman of Between the Buried and Me.  Now, back to business.  Dear Victory Records and Thomas Giles Rogers, Jr.: What the fuck are you doing?  Fuck you for releasing this abomination upon mankind.  The fact that this massive load of audio diarrhea merely exists is bad enough.  The fact that it was properly released is just a shame.  The fact that it was properly released by the same label that at one point in time was responsible for absolute classics from Integrity, Earth Crisis, Bloodlet, and numerous others is just a fucking sin.  So... this is what it's come to?  Really?  This is the steaming pile of shit we've landed in?  Is that right?  Could it possibly get any worse?  No, I think not.  Christ, I fuckin' hope not!  I don't even really like Between the Buried and Me that much, but in my opinion it should be illegal for this CD to reside on the shelves of any retail establishment without brandishing an enormous sticker across the entire front cover that would read something to the effect of, "If you like Between the Buried and Me, you would be highly advised to think very carefully before spending even one cent on this CD.  There is nothing of any mature listening value to be found within.  This is a 21-minute EP of goofy electronics and silly vocals with some of the most retarded lyrics you will ever encounter in your life."  Because let's be honest, what could Victory Records possibly stand to gain by releasing this other than milking sales off of overzealous Between the Buried and Me fans who foolishly imagine that this is going to be an interesting CD?  Hell, I thought this was gonna be interesting.  I like experimental electronic music, and I figured this kid might have some curious ideas to explore, and the cover art looks nice, so I was pretty intrigued to listen to this, right?  Wrong.  I was duped.  But I got this for free and I'm not a particular fan of Between the Buried and Me, so it's no big deal.  But I actually feel angry for any kid who's gonna spend money on this piece of shit and get fucked out of $10 - 15 with nothing to show for it.  So what does it sound like?  Stupid Casio keyboard types of programmed beats and electronics (quite possibly presets on your average midgrade synth that's admittedly a few steps above Casio quality) with hokey high-pitched singing or spoken passages that could be comparable to someone without very much talent trying impersonate Jamiroquai in a mocking fashion.  That's it.  21 minutes of that.  Over and over.  In short spurts.  It's absolutely atrocious and the lyrics are so unbelievably horrible that I cannot fathom it.  Motherfucker, I have not hated a CD this bad in years.  This might be the worst CD I've ever had to review.  I'm physically angry at how forcefully this blows.  Total suckfest.  I was gonna give it a 1/10 since the layout is decent (it actually looks really nice until you open it up and see the idiotic photo of the "mastermind" behind this musical turd and the random disco ball slapped in out of nowhere) and the sound quality's good, but I refuse to do it.  I refuse to acknowledge this CD as having anything of any remote value whatsoever.  It is a disgrace that this CD was released and I am absolutely disappointed that the label would pay to press this thing up, much less promote it.  And no, I'm not being unfair or overly critical.  Not one bit.  If anything this Mr. Rogers, Jr. should've put the damn thing out himself if he truly thought it was something that people might get a kick out of.  But this isn't funny.  Maybe Thomas Giles Rogers, Jr. and some of his friends think this is funny, but I assure you... it's not.  Let me supply you, if I may, with the opening set of lyrics that grace this wonderland of sonic torment: "You can't piss on snow covered angels, You can't dance, fuck, dance, dance without getting tired, You can't stash a child, You can't eat your shit, Fuck the rules let's squirm this pit."  Need I say more?  Need I say more?  I didn't think so.  The CD ended 10 minutes ago and I'm still fuming.  If the dude wanted to incite this kind of reaction from the listener, sucfuckingcess, my man.  You win.  But I urge anyone with any sense of dignity or respect for good music: Do not buy this CD.  Stay as far away from it as possible.  And if you see this kid around, flick him behind the ear really hard and tell him to shove the keyboard under the bed and get back to the wacky metal, will you?  I want the last half-hour of my life back.  Maybe I "can't piss on snow covered angels", but I can sure as hell piss all over this CD... (0/10)
Running time - 21:22, Tracks: 9
[Notable tracks: fuck this CD, fuck every minute of it]
Victory Records - http://www.victoryrecords.com

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