It’s hot outside. Fucking hot. So hot that the air conditioner that usually works a charm is having a run for it’s money and it’s still 28 C inside. However, I see that the new THIS IS NATS has been released. “HMMM” I think. “This might be good!”. Hmmm indeed.
I start listening. As hard as I can. I try to approach from a critical point of view. There’s gotta be something about this that makes it get such hype, right? As I strain away– I feel I am beginning to understand why people are enjoying this- it’s the torture porn of jpop. Like Hostel, there is a certain level of charm that makes you want to sit through the abuse- as if to prove “surely this is the worst it gets“. Yeah that’s gotta be it. RIGHT????
After a while, the amount of pain I’m going through while listening deteriorates my prose into short burts of text. This is what I had left after the album was over:
“her vocals are like that little kid that’s nagging for icecream and wont shut the fuck up till it gets what it wants”
“production is nil, but that’s ok, that’s what people LIKE about it, isn’t it????”
“I do realise that me, as a big fan of other similar offbeat stuff (*cough* ZOMBIE CHANG *cough*), me being a bitch about this is as contradictory as the bible.”
“OH GOD I’M ONLY HALF WAY THROUGH!”
“What am I going to have for lunch?”
“Haven’t listened to Aya Hirano in a while”
“SHIT BACK TO THIS IS NATS. Ok. The UFO song is alright”.
“How do I even give such a release a score???”
Fish/10. Music that’s purposely bad can’t really be critiqued. It’s like movie critics trying to review Jackass. Be my guest. Flame me. Listen to it if you like. I don’t care anymore. Someone help me.
Just like it’s title, I feel LONELY! LONELY! LONELY! in this one. Didn’t buy a ticket to the hype train on time it seems.