Theatre Is Evil sounds MASSIVE.
I hate to leave negative comments. Momma, Dog rest her, always taught me be nice or be quiet but I’ve been drinking and it’s a Friday AND GOD DAMN IT, I CANNOT LET THESE THINGS SLIDE.
I'll forgive the OBVIOUSLY FREUDIAN slips because I’m truly trying to be a better person; As it happens, the artist masquerading as Palmer will always be a (ironically) Freudian performer. If I may quote from the Man Himself "The uncanny that we find in fiction … actually deserves to be considered separately. It is above all much richer than what we know from experience; it embraces the whole of this and something else besides, something that is wanting in real life" and that’s really her colours nailed to the mast by an old, dead German who didn’t even get Women... Back to my point, I’ll allow my lack of understanding not to affect my decision when you mentioned No Doubt or put in the limply homoerotic pseudo-rape metaphor about the “massive sound”, much as reading those line enervated me; I can’t help but feel you either misunderstand who No Doubt are, what over-compression in Mastering is or were perhaps thinking of someone/thing else entirely…
I’ll forgive all that. It’s your review. You can say what you want.
But typing that you can't tell what she's saying but assuring us that she's a great lyricist is beyond the pale.
Yes, you love her. She can do no wrong. We get that and it’s sad that you allowed your personal judgement to so heavily cloud your writing. You’re supposed to be a critic, not a PR person. Do your fucking job. This isn’t a press release, it’s Drowned in Sound.
God, I need a drink.