Diffuser
Injury Loves Melody
(Hollywood)
This New York-based band
have been waiting around in various guises (including Flu 13) since 1994 for
their shot at whatever it is bands want major labels to give them a shot at --
and they've been waiting since last summer for Hollywood to release this CD.
But from the start, it's clear that the brand of guitar-powered, angst-ridden,
vaguely dissonant alterna-rock they specialize in is somewhat out of date.
Sure, Diffuser prove adept at writing and recording the kind of album that Foo
Fighters have been turning out since the demise of Nirvana. In fact, the best
songs here are better than just good. But what's most telling about Injury
Loves Melody -- and, indeed, about the state of `90s-style alterna-rock in
general -- is that the most engaging track is a hidden cut that pops up more
than 10 minutes after the disc's final cut. Yeah, it's one of those secret cuts
that were once so fashionable, but the real surprise is that after a full album
of serious, soul-searching, occasionally tedious tunes, Diffuser switch gears
and deliver a blistering, genuinely amusing (and catchy) Spinal
Tap-style cock-rock parody with a screamin' Paul Stanleyish intro rap, lots
of crowd noise, a shredding guitar solo, and lyrics like "Pull me around
in your sex shop/Like a wet mop/On a hot potato/Hot butter running down the
crack of your ass/My motor's running so come on please step on the gas."
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