dios (malos)dios (malos) ( Startime Int'l ) 2005 "I wish I was on acid - and I am right now". Don't forget everything you learned on dios (the album from that band from Hawthorne with bootleg Raiders merch) .. . but it is recommended you get a fresh sheet of paper and a No. 2 pencil ready for dios (malos). Anyone attempting to classify this latest classic from the critters from the west in the Pink Floyd / Psych realm (as dios was daisy-chained to in 9 out of every 10 reviews) should seek new footnotes. Same great taste - new formula. Not quite Coke Classic, but certainly not Tab. [ old dios knowledge being tossed from seventh-story window ] Well, that's the initial reaction to dios (malos) - one hell of a shock when compared & played back-to-back with the debut LP from 2004. But, as every special album does, these 12 new tracks take to you - and you to them - as you realize the same band that creates sweeping, epic anthems like "Nobody's Perfect" must have a stack of cards in their vest pockets waiting to be dealt. Kings, Queens, Spades and Jokers - the cards being placed on the table for listnin' here display the playful, intoxicated and Lynnard Skynnard-esque dios m (really, hear: "My Broken Bones" - classic). If you're looking to skip right to dios v1.0 (and that's a shitty attitude to have with such a nice band), I'd suggest the ivory-tinklish sleigh bells of "say anything" or the piano-led, instant sing-along killer that is "EPK". Freshly broken hearted women (feminine males too) may take offense to "Grrrl" and its "I'll love you 'til the end / syke, I'm just kidding / cause I hate the things you do, and I don't know why", masked by an insanely poppy rhythm that evokes visions of the Zombies when they made death sound like the greatest invention ever on somber tunes like "A Rose for Emily". If dios was the album you were to make love by on the evening beach, then dios (malos) is the sound of the pre-bash and extended after party. A great time was had by all. Two facts still remain: we have a fucking retard running our country and dios (malos) kick serious ass while numbing our pain. Expect the Tom Petty cover on the tour-only EP. +
kaleb
:: October, 1914 |
