Let me make a confession:
I don’t like writing negative reviews.
With the sheer volume of live shows I see, and massive quantities of music I browse, you bet I’m not like super stoked and stuff about every artist, but I try to focus on the positive aspects of what each one offers because the alternative electronic music scene matters to me and I want people to get excited and tune into it.
It simply won’t do anyone good to sling mud at every artist that fails to measure up to my ridiculous expectations for each obscure genre. Like one of my closest friends often tells me: “you’re a noisehead, what the hell do you know about actual music?”.
So rather than bash a band that’s still producing something more meaningful than 99.9% of pop culture’s swill, I pull out my thesaurus, find some gloriously euphemistic adjectives to describe their sound and send em along with a short and polite review that is my equivalent of a patronizing pat on the head.
You can thus imagine how heavy my heart is as I give this last Laibach album my lowest rating yet.
I want people to listen to Laibach. I want people to understand why Laibach is culturally relevant. I need people to read history, and art history and be aware of international politics and political art around the world. I want you to appreciate Laibach if you don’t already.
But I am pissed off at them right now. This new album really pissed me off. The Laibach of the last few years, in fact, has been systematically pissing me off.