Chris’s newest solo effort, Scream, is being touted as one long piece of music. Why do I keep picturing one long ugly slithering earthworm?
First, marketing Scream as an album-orientated “masterpiece” just feels slimy. The consistent Pink Floyd comparisons have to stop. Chris’s gameplan must be say Pink Floyd as often as possible so some stoners that smoked way too much dope listening to "dark side of the moon" might believe it or Chris’s new teen fan-base will just hear "Pink" and want to get the party started. I’m closer to the first group, but didn’t kill enough brain cells to digest that comparison even during the worst munchies. Sorry Chris, nice try but you’re wasting what is left of your credibility.
Next, the message is muddy. Chris and Timbaland each have said they wrote quickly, discarded some (I wonder how bad the crap must have been that was mercifully left behind), and then “composed” musical interludes to combined these songs into one continuous piece (of ....... - fill in the blank). Chris said in a recent interview that the songs are not lyrically connected – just musically. That was a big relief, because I could stop trying to decipher how the long gone bitch was pickin it up and screamin at the crazy driver at ground zero. Now I can just ponder how you musically compose symphonic songs together without real instruments. Timbaland probably throws in some beat-based ka-chings.
But if this work is supposed to be listened to in its entirety, how come we keep hearing bits on the internet, commercials, and TV shows? Half the album has been put out in as singles. It is only an old- wives’ tale that if you chop up an earthworm, each separate part survives on its own. What really happens is all the little pieces shrivel up and die. By slowly seeping out these songs, these musical masterminds are murdering their own concept bit by bloody bit. Make up your mind boys – singles or album?
Or maybe it’s shelf. With how scream has done so far, I’m thinking the rest of Scream is going to stay burrowed down in a hole for a while. Maybe one rainy day it will come to the surface... but before it has a chance to make your skin crawl, it will probably to be squashed. No one will even remember to scream “watch out” or “pick it up” because that bait died on the hook months before the fishing rod was cast.
The one encouraging wormy thought I can squirm out of this bad metaphor is while worms ingest manure and combined it with intestinal fluids, the shit they secrete out eventually becomes fertile soil. Dig deep Chris, find your roots and cultivate something organic and fresh again. Fans are hungry for it.
First, marketing Scream as an album-orientated “masterpiece” just feels slimy. The consistent Pink Floyd comparisons have to stop. Chris’s gameplan must be say Pink Floyd as often as possible so some stoners that smoked way too much dope listening to "dark side of the moon" might believe it or Chris’s new teen fan-base will just hear "Pink" and want to get the party started. I’m closer to the first group, but didn’t kill enough brain cells to digest that comparison even during the worst munchies. Sorry Chris, nice try but you’re wasting what is left of your credibility.
Next, the message is muddy. Chris and Timbaland each have said they wrote quickly, discarded some (I wonder how bad the crap must have been that was mercifully left behind), and then “composed” musical interludes to combined these songs into one continuous piece (of ....... - fill in the blank). Chris said in a recent interview that the songs are not lyrically connected – just musically. That was a big relief, because I could stop trying to decipher how the long gone bitch was pickin it up and screamin at the crazy driver at ground zero. Now I can just ponder how you musically compose symphonic songs together without real instruments. Timbaland probably throws in some beat-based ka-chings.
But if this work is supposed to be listened to in its entirety, how come we keep hearing bits on the internet, commercials, and TV shows? Half the album has been put out in as singles. It is only an old- wives’ tale that if you chop up an earthworm, each separate part survives on its own. What really happens is all the little pieces shrivel up and die. By slowly seeping out these songs, these musical masterminds are murdering their own concept bit by bloody bit. Make up your mind boys – singles or album?
Or maybe it’s shelf. With how scream has done so far, I’m thinking the rest of Scream is going to stay burrowed down in a hole for a while. Maybe one rainy day it will come to the surface... but before it has a chance to make your skin crawl, it will probably to be squashed. No one will even remember to scream “watch out” or “pick it up” because that bait died on the hook months before the fishing rod was cast.
The one encouraging wormy thought I can squirm out of this bad metaphor is while worms ingest manure and combined it with intestinal fluids, the shit they secrete out eventually becomes fertile soil. Dig deep Chris, find your roots and cultivate something organic and fresh again. Fans are hungry for it.
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