Pretentious. Team Tomb. Caleb Ian
Campbell. Three different ways to say the same thing. Between the
Peopleodianesque loops, the incessant falsetto and the
incomprehensible lyrics, you get the feeling that Team Tomb wants you
to know that they are way better than you, but don't want you to be
able to figure out why. I'm gonna bet that it's just a front. The
singers' vocals are dreamy and distorted to obscure their inability
to sing. The lyrics are buried under the uninspired sounds to hide
the fact that there isn't a narrative here—and the song titles
we're just made up and slapped on to sound cool: (“Put a bird on
it!”). The overall musical landscape just doesn't go anywhere too
interesting. I'd liken the listening of this album to masturbating
for an hour without climaxing. It might be OK here and there, but,
c'mon, what's the point?
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