Minsk CD reviewed by Joseph P. Larkin

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Minsk CD reviewed by Joseph P. Larkin
Apr 21, 2009, 02:01


MINSK With Echoes in the Movement of Stone CD

There are times when writing for Your Flesh is a pretty sweet deal. I'm referring to those times in which you get to hear really great records and you don't have to pay a cent to hear them. And then there's all that adulation you receive from scores of fans, most notably that which emanates from the legions of sexy young women who send you emails declaring their desire to show you their flesh. Yes, there are many times when it is mighty fine to write for Your Flesh… This is not one of those times.

You see, I have been asked to review MINSK's (yes, the band's name is in ALL CAPS!) With Echoes in the Movement of Stone, the band's “eagerly-awaited” follow-up to The Ritual Fires of Abandonment. (Catchy titles, huh? I bet these guys are a lot of fun to hang out with!) Great. I can think of five different kinds of cancer I'd rather get than listen to this band's trite brand of self-described “psychedelic post-rock.” Hell, I'd rather turn off this record and listen to my neighbor's kid throw a tantrum just outside my window, which is my only other option at the moment…but I cannot do that. I must trudge on…for the legions of sexy young women who depend on me to moisten their panties…

MINSK's sound is said to contain elements of sludge metal, doom metal, hardcore punk, ambient and noise music, though very little of any of that actually exists on this album; sounds more like prog metal to my ears. And, obviously, that's not a good thing. Oh, I dunno, I guess doom metal and ambient strains aren't that far off the mark, if only because every song this band has written is really long, super-slow and super-boring. Sadly, though, nothing here is particularly heavy, so maybe doom metal is pushing it. No matter how you choose to classify this music, it's still pretentious twaddle, plain and simple.

In summation, MINSK sucks and I resent Your Flesh for making me listen to this meaningless horseshit. I'll get you yet, Your Flesh! There will be blood! Buckets upon buckets of it….  maybe some pus too. [Relapse]

-Joseph Larkin


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