Give him an Ambien, and Ralston's artfully weary vocals might stray into overwrought Connor Oberst territory.

If you’re single and have worn an ankle length gypsy skirt at some point this summer, there is the remote possibility that, at times of hormonal imbalance, you might actually find something attractive in Murdoch’s hackneyed troubadouring. However, to we more hard-headed fans of music, I’m afraid Mr Murdoch represents nothing more than an other stale acoustic drone ripe for a slapping with his own fashionable galosh.

Mirrored is a breathtaking aesthetic left-turn that sounds less like rock circa 2007 than rock circa 2097, a world where Marshall stacks and micro-processing go hand in hand.

not a recent review, but bout 10 years ago, i came across my favorite review...

Die Hoten Toten - (forgot album title)
"Die Hoten Toten Sucken"

you mean Die Toten Hosen? (curious)

In this week's Rolling Stone feature on 50 Cent, the rapper claims, "I'm King Kong. Kanye is human. Humans run when they see King Kong, because they're scared." He's right. Hulking, inelegant, and hopelessly primitive, 50 Cent is hip-hop's doomed beast. On Curtis, he sets out to re-energize his base by reminding us of his strengths: He fucks and kills with ease, he needs five deposit envelopes every time he hits up an ATM, and he's a hit with the ladies. But, as Greene makes clear, there's no depth or dynamic to that kind of perfection-- it's like watching a big dildo machine make big dildos all day. While 50 never made a habit of flaunting his faults like Kanye (or Em or Big or 2Pac…), he could usually back up his tales with indelible beats, swaggering hooks, and a flow that slithered like original sin. But those once-bountiful gifts are all heavily downgraded-- or altogether absent-- on Curtis.

Random Spirit Lover's songs have verses, choruses, and bridges like most other pop/rock songs, but they're so architecturally complex and harmoniously joined that the boundaries between them become erased.

you mean Die Toten Hosen? (curious)

Forgot the publication. This is the entire review of Metallica-Load:

Load of shit.

I seem to recall them sucking, yes. But naming your band The Dead Pants in any language is never a good start.

Die Toten Hosen's Learning English is an awesome reckid. Seriously. Even better than Hallg ang Oakesg.

Actually I think I've heard 1 or 2 DTH songs, in high school. I remember very little about them, other than not being into it (or not getting it, but then I was in high school... that was par for the course). Interesting to hear.