If you haven't yet, click on the link and give it a shot. You can also read other folks' responses in the comments section for that post. (And, for the record, I do love my wife, despite the first track that came up on her iPod.)
In other news, I spent a fair amount of time last night (or maybe the night before--I'm not 100% sure) trying to write a review of Skinny Puppy's album Mythmaker. I realized, after about 500 words worth of trying to explain who the hell Skinny Puppy even is to all but two of you, that the only helpful thing I'd accomplished was formulating the following theorem, which I call "Morgue's Law of Industrial Music." To wit:
"If it sounds like Skinny Puppy, but it isn't, it probably sucks."The corollary to that law would be:
"Even if it is Skinny Puppy, you'll probably hate it."Because, really, to most people, saying you like Skinny Puppy is pretty much shorthand for, "I often mistake anger, hate, and noise for music," if they even know who the hell Skinny Puppy is.
That said, Mythmaker continues a trend in Skinny Puppy music that largely carries over from "Oghr," the side project of two of its members: it's less annoying and more accessible than their previous work. On their last album, I really only liked a song or three. This one ups that to four or five.
At this rate, I might like an entire Skinny Puppy album by 2012.
(If they don't lose any more members to heroin overdoses before then, that is.)