Monday, June 28, 2010


I still don't exactly know how I'm going to review this, because I'm still scratching my head trying to figure out what it is.  I suppose it was inevitable that someone would eventually combine auto tuned RnB with hardcore... I just guess there was nothing which could have possibly prepared me for Brokencyde.

Every fibre of my being wants to hate this American "crunkcore" band from New Mexico... but the more I read about them, while I may hate their music, I can't help but respect them... at least a little.  First, regardless of how you feel about the sound, you have to admit, they're doing something original.  I suppose you could argue that all they did was stick T-pain in a room with Jacob Bannon, to which I would have to respond, "why did no one do it before?"

And beyond that, contrary to what you may think, they apparently aren't overprivileged suburban rich kids.  I guess if Fucked Up's Damian Abraham likes them, I can't damn them to the last circles of hell.

Still... I assure you, I really, really want to.

-Won't these loving hands show me how to drag a good man down?