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after all
06/10/10 at 10:48 PM by Matt Chylak
someone very close to me told me that this the best song i've ever written.

after all


i know a couple down on market street that stabs you in the back
with the kindest smile you ever saw
they'll look you in the eyes and pump you full of lies,
then in their bedroom, they'll shoot your dog.
momma she makes the snowballs,
tells the old man where to throw,
but am i any better? after all, i'm the one laying in the snow.

she tends her garden like an autocrat, cuts the stems down just right,
he paces the brick walk slow.
the forget-me-nots look fine, but after a couple flasks of wine
they're not the roses you used to know:
i heard they say "don't plant your roots too deep,
if you want to see your saplings grow,"
but am i any better? after all, i'm the one who reaps what they sow.

one day you'll wake up in that big old house down the way,
and realize you've driven your friends and your family away.
i don't know how else to say it,
if i even want to fight back the dawn.
but am i any better? after all, i'm the one who cries when you're gone.

so now i sit at the bar with the rest of my kind, we say we don't wanna be like them.
we laugh and trade jokes through the music and smoke,
but blood runs thicker than red wine and remember whens.
and i strum my guitar as we sip our drinks,
ache about the ways they've done us wrong.
but am i any better? after all, i'm the one singing the song.
yeah, am i any better? after all, i'm the one singing the song.
Tags: writing, music, late nights, album 3
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Lyric Booklet: The Gaslight Anthem - American Slang
04/22/10 at 03:22 PM by Matt Chylak
The album leaked three days ago and I've been listening obsessively to my current AOTY frontrunner.
Brian Fallon's lyrics are even better this time around, so I thought it would be a good idea to type them all up and have them in one place until the physical CD is released.



Tracklisting:

1. American Slang
2. Stay Lucky
3. Bring It On
4. The Diamond Church Street Choir
5. The Queen Of Lower Chelsea
6. Orphans
7. Boxer
8. Old Haunts
9. The Spirit Of Jazz
10. We Did It When We Were Young



1. American Slang

Look what you started
I seem to be coming out of my skin
And look what you've forgotten here
The bandages just don't keep me in
And when it was over, I woke up alone
And when it was over, I woke up alone

And they cut me to ribbons and taught me to drive
(In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had)
I've got your name tatooed inside of my arm
(In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had)
And I called for my father, but my father had died
(In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had)
While you told me fortunes in American slang

And look at the damage
The fortunes came for the richer men
While we're left with gallows
Just waiting for us liars to come down and hang
And when it was over, I woke up alone
And when it was over, I woke up alone

And they cut me to ribbons and taught me to drive
(In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had)
I've got your name tatooed inside of my arm
(In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had)
And I called for my father, but my father had died
(In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had)
While you told me fortunes in American slang

And here's where we died that time last year
And where the angels and devils meet
And you can dance with the queen if you need
And she will always keep your cards close to her heart
So close to her heart
Before they tear you apart

Well they cut me to ribbons and taught me to drive
I've got your name tatooed inside of my arm
And I called for my father, but my father had died
(In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had)
And we called for our mothers, but our mothers have died
(In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had)
And you told us fortunes in American slang
Oh, you told me fortunes in American slang

2. Stay Lucky

It took so long to get me back on my feet
It takes so long to find the words and the beat
And Charlie's waiting on the end of the phone
To hear you call on him to try to recapture
But them old records won't be saving your soul
And them feelings got the reasons you know
That you've forgotten somewhere
Riding a train to place
You are out in the cold cold
And it feels like all you'd have to do is step outside
Stop pacing around and waiting for some moment
That might never arrive

But you're never gonna find it
Like when you were young
And everybody used to call you lucky

Nothing feels right in the wintery cold
Steam, heat, clang, and the dark at your door
All the other rooms are a party tonight
And you never got an invitation
And you feel in your bones
Steady aching some more
Twenty five years gone just an hour ago
Momma never told me there'd be days like these
Until it was much too late to recover
And it feels like all you'd have to do is step outside
Stop pacing around and waiting for some moment
That might never arrive

But you're never gonna find it
When your knees got so weak
But it's right here in case you need it
Like when you were young
And everybody used to call you lucky
When you were young
And everybody used to call you lucky

But it feels like you just might explode inside
You've been pacing around and waiting
For some moment that might never arrive at all
What you don't have, you don't need it anymore
What you don't have, you don't need it anymore

But you're never gonna find it
When your knees got so weak
And it's right here in case you need it
Like when you were young
And everybody used to call you lucky
When you were young
And everybody used to call you lucky

If you're anywhere in Manhattan
In the next eight days or so
Let me know
Speak soon, stay lucky.

3. Bring It On

My queen of the Bronx
Blue eyes and spitfire
I saw you walking back and forth
About another boy
Thinking that you may want to leave

So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool
He sings to you in those songs
If it's better than my love
Then bring it on

And take it back out to the streets
Where you know you used to be
For the Romeos of town
If I bring you down
And you're tired of those vows
And you're really walking out

So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool
He sings to you in those songs
If it's better than my love
Baby, bring it on
Oh, bring it on

Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your thoughts
Is he better than my love
Better than my love
Is he better than my love
Better than my love
So I found the letters with the reasons to things
You've been feeling
That he says they'll never know
And you say the night just got too cold
Well everybody's cold
Who's gonna keep my baby warm
Who's gonna keep my baby warm
When everybody goes

So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool
He sings to you in those songs
If it's better than my love

Well then wait a minute, wait a minute
Was he not good to you
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Was he not good to you
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You don't know what's good for you

So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool
He sings to you in those songs
You've been baby for so long
Come on, bring it on
Oh, bring it on

Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your thoughts
If he's better than my love
If he's better than my love
If he's better than my love
Better than my love
If he's better than my love
If he's better than my love
Then go on, take it all

4. The Diamond Church Street Choir

Now the lights go low on the avenue
And the cars pass by in the rain
University boys and the girls fill the bars
While I'm just waiting on the light to change
And the steam heat pours from the bodies on the floor
In the basement where the Jacknives play
For the hub city girls in the ribbons and the curls
Who know the meaning of staying out late
The know the meaning of staying out very, very late

Singing, who does it better than we do
Them sopranos in Andy Diamond's choir
Woah, nobody knows
I've been crazy for so long without you

They'll find me beat down out in the universe
Though I'll never forget where I'm from
I might have moved away from home
And slept out there on my own
A million miles away in the stone
But the beat never leaves
And the tempo's a relief
To my aching bones, rambling all over
And if I'm gone for too long
I can always hum along
So don't never forget what I told you
So don't never forget what I told you

Everybody singing, who does it better than we do
Them sopranos in Andy Diamond's choir
Woah, nobody knows
I've been crazy for so long without you

Just, baby who sings the rhythm and the blues
So sad, so slow
Like I do, like I do
And oh, ain't it just like you want to
And oh, ain't it just like you always wanted to
Every night waiting
So long without you

Baby, who sings it better than we do
Them sopranos in Andy Diamond's choir
Woah, nobody knows
I've been crazy for so long without you
Just, baby who sings the rhythm and the blues
So sad, so slow
Like I do
And just like you want to

5. The Queen Of Lower Chelsea

Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind?
Were your records all you had to pass the time?
Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orlenans?
Or the uptight, rowdy girls of Lower Chelsea?
And we're hustling under but we live in the city
And we keep it down when we take a beating
Yeah, we keep it down with the radio on
And if you find a good man, don't take him home

When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights, dancing like you did
While the gravity hangs all over some boys you had,
She'll still remain the Queen of Lower Chelsea

Did you grow up a good girl,
You daddy's pride?
Did you make all the right moves,
Take all the right drugs right on time?
American girls, they want the whole world
They want every last little in New York City

But we're hustling under and we're fast asleep
And we keep it down when we take a beating
Yeah, we keep it down with the radio on
And if you find a good man, don't take him home

When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights, dancing like you did
While the gravity hangs all over some boys you had,
She'll still remain the Queen of Lower Chelsea

Well they say these days,
Nothing comes cheap
And everything has a price
Everything has a price
Nothing is free
Not even me

When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights, dancing like you did
While the gravity hangs all over some boys you had,
She'll still remain the Queen

When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights, dancing like you used to
While the gravity hangs all over some boys you had,
She'll still remain the Queen of Lower Chelsea

6. Orphans

Goodbye circus wheel
May you rest along the seas
Well I've given you the fire of my youth
And the triumph of my enemies
And goodbye to fairweather home
And your faithless factories
I have given you the blood and the truth
From the wounds that they laid on me
And whatever they left
I kept it for my own heart

And the lonesome understand
With the choirs in my head
And we were orphans before
We were ever the sons of regret
My baby
And on and on and on
How the alphabet boys carry on
We were orphans before
We were ever the sons of the songs

And now my lights, they never go down
The watch the moon and stars for me now
So you can find some local Libertine
To take your daughters out on the town
And I can feel it in my aging bones
How the sound of the rain mixes up
Into the fountains where I drank my hero's blood
So I left you to find my very own hat for the rain

And the lonesome understand
With the choirs in my head
And we were orphans before
We were ever the sons of regret
My baby
And on and on and on
How the alphabet boys carry on
We were orphans before
We were ever the sons of the songs

And now I'm trying to keep it straight
Learning all the streets and the alleyways
And learning where they lead
Now that I'm left alone here to drive
But it's so hard to stand on your own
Against mirror of glass, hot and cold
But the clothes I wore
Just don't fit my soul anymore
No, the clothes I wore
Just don't fit my soul anymore

And the lonesome understand
With the choirs in my head
And we were orphans before
We were ever the sons of regret
My baby
And on and on and on
How the alphabet boys carry on
We were orphans before
We were ever the sons of your songs
My baby

When we were young
We were diamond Sinatras
Like something I saw in a dream
We kept our secrets and rules
Locked up tight like a tomb
Where violent dreamers lay

7. Boxer

Got your pride and your prose
Tucked just like a Tommy gun
Somewhere in the smoke
Just in case you need it!

I know you got your pride and your prose
Tucked just like a Tommy gun
Somewhere in the smoke
Just in case you need it
I heard it's been a ride
Rougher than the last one
What'd you used to say
The harder they come
But he just swears he's praying for a good time
And he, he said he just doesn't miss her
I have heard you never really lose it
Do you, do you

He took it all gracefully on the chin
Knowing that the beatings had to someday end
He found the bandages inside the pen
And the stitches on the radio
There was something heavy holding you down
And there were whispers that were driving you crazy
And now you haunt the heart of this town
Remember when I knew a boxer, baby

And your tattooed knuckles
Oh, how they grind down
Try to be a man
Tough just like your father
Try to settle down
More like calm down
Remember them songs
And the reasons we were singing for
But he said he just doesn't miss her
He, he said it's somewhere in his framework
And I have heard you never really lose it
Do you, do you

He took it all gracefully on the chin
Knowing that the beatings had to someday end
He found the bandages inside the pen
And the stitches on the radio
There was something heavy holding you down
And there were reasons that were driving you crazy
Until you haunt the heart of this town
Remember when I knew a boxer, baby

And you can wait all night long
Until it all goes wrong
And you waste away your soul
And you can wait, wait, wait, wait

You took it all gracefully on the chin
Knowing that the beatings had to someday end
You found the bandages inside the pen
And the stitches on the radio
There was something heavey holding you down
And there were whispers that were driving you crazy
Until you haunt the heart of this town
Remember when I knew a boxer, baby
Remember when I knew a boxer, baby

8. Old Haunts

A cherry bomb, you are a mystery
Exploded, sparkling quiet nights
My teenage heart pumped all my misery, baby
To fingertips that might ignite
And all along you knew my story, didn't you
And all night long, I carried yours
Your blood was mixed wine and robbery, baby
And left us always wanting more

So don't sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who says
If you'd have known me when
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

Cherry bomb, your love is surgery
Removing what you don't regard
And every breath felt like a funeral, baby
While you were packing up your car
And with the window down
I hear your tired mouth
You borrowed everything
And wore all your old welcomes out
And shame on you, my love
You sold your youth away
Memories for sinking ships
That never would be saved

So don't sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who says
If you'd have known me when
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

And shame, shame, shame, shame on you
You kept your mind and heart and youth
Just like a tomb
And shame, shame, shame, shame on you
You kept your mind and heart and youth
Just like a tomb
Just like a tomb
Just like a tomb
Just like a tomb
Just like a tomb

And don't sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
So God help the man who says
If you'd have known me when
Old haunts are for all those ghosts
And don't sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who says
If you'd have known me when
God help the man who says
If you'd have known me when
God help this man who says
My baby, if you'd have known me when
Old haunts are all we've ever known

9. The Spirit Of Jazz

The Cool is dead, baby
Go on and sleep
Rest your weary head and love a better me
And in the morning
We'll start over again
That's how they do it up on the screen
So me and my baby
We would dance all night
But I don't know the steps
In my baby's time
To do it like they do it
For the girls uptown
I heard they light them up like the blues
So I'm waiting, so I'm waiting
And she's waiting, and she's waiting
For us to remember

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth
Not another soul could love you
Like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets
Where you and I would meet

For twenty nine years
We loved that line
And I would take it easy
If I had your mind
But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire
And you're slow like Motown soul
So what now lover, with that long black hair
If I cut you up, maybe I can repair
And bandage your wounds
With the salt on my tongue
And I'm the only one round here
And I'm waiting, and I'm waiting
And she's waiting, and she's waiting
For us to remember

So was I good to you, the wife of my youth
Not another soul could love you
Like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets
Where you and I would meet

And only I can heal your wounds
Only I can heal your wounds
When you can't go on
When you can't go on
When you can't go on
When you know, hold on

So was I good to you, the wife of my youth
Not another sould could love you
Like my
So was I good to you, the wife of my youth
Not another soul could love you
Like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
And I will wait on the edges in between
And I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets
On all these New York streets
Where you and I would meet

10. We Did It When We Were Young

Don't write me no more letters
My mailbox is full of bombs
Between you and the kooks on my block
I don't remember the good times
I wasn't there and you were kind
And my wife has some dogs in our yard
And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty girl
We were strangers many hours
And I missed you for so long
When we were lions, lovers in combat
Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned

But I am older now
And we did it when we were young
I am older now
And we did it when we were young

There are no reasons to believe
I buried my faith in an unmarked plot
With your heart and your clothes
When I find that I don't feel you or recall
I'll put your bones out in the yard
Someone else to be called and called by
And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty girl
We were strangers many hours
And I missed you for so long
When we were lions, lovers in combat
Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned

But I am older now
And we did it when we were young
I am older now
And we did it when we were young
I am older now
And we did it when we were young
I am older now
And we did it when we were young
Tags: music, lyrics, gaslight anthem
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April 19th Is Now Officially Known As "Leak Day"
04/19/10 at 08:59 PM by Matt Chylak
here's a list of some of the high-profile albums that leaked today. most have release dates at least two months away:

The Gaslight Anthem - American Slang
The National - High Violet
The Black Keys - Brothers
Good Old War - Good Old War

the only one of these that i sampled is gaslight, and it was because i couldn't contain myself. probably the best album of 2010 to me so far.

anyway, because of the massive breakdown of music label security on april 19th, it is now officially on my calander as "leak day."
happy leak day, and see you next year!
Tags: leaks, music, gaslight anthem
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Original Taking Back Sunday's Back Together
03/31/10 at 06:26 PM by Matt Chylak
I'm excited.

What, you were expecting more?
Tags: music, taking back sunday
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Random Thought of the Night: March 30, 2010
03/30/10 at 08:47 PM by Matt Chylak
i love the rap fan ap.net users. they're so illiterate.
Tags: random thoughts
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CDs I Should Buy
03/25/10 at 09:31 PM by Matt Chylak
just a reminder for a few months from now.

Definitely:

Gaslight Anthem - American Slang
I Can Make A Mess Like Nobody's Business - The World We Knew
Drake - Thank Me Later
The Felix Culpa - Sever Your Roots
Pheonix - Self-Titled
AM Taxi - Don't Stand A Chance

Maybe:

Envy on the Coast- Lowcountry
Circa Survive - Blue Sky Noise
Gallows- Grey Britain
Harvard - The Inevitable and I

fun stuff.
Tags: cds, music
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New Review Posted: Cassino - Kingprince
03/21/10 at 07:15 PM by Matt Chylak
they finally posted my latest review.

check it out here: http://www.absolutepunk.net/showthread.php?t=1579202

i think i'll listen to cassino to celebrate
Tags: music, review, cassino
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Jonesing For GaGa
03/13/10 at 06:59 PM by Matt Chylak
Look at what she was...Norah Jones much?


Look at what she is now...


I don't disagree with the transition, but its interesting to think about what she could have been.
Tags: music, lady gaga, videos
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spring break
03/10/10 at 09:48 PM by Matt Chylak
spring break...and here i am.

i've been bumping citizen cope lately...seems like a kind of mediocre overall quality but i'm digging the rootsy vibes.

overall, break's been kind of boring.
Tags: spring break, citizen cope
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John Mayer Is A SEX GOD!
02/21/10 at 09:43 PM by Matt Chylak
Don't know why I typed that title...oh yeah, it was probably because I checked out Mr. Mayer's set in Washington DC last night and he absofuckinglutely rocked the kasbah.

Set List:
  1. Heartbreak Warfare
  2. Crossroads
  3. No Such Thing
  4. Slow Dancing In a Burning Room
  5. Perfectly Lonely
  6. Solo Acoustic Medley: 3x5/Comfortable/My Stupid Mouth/Your Body Is a Wonderland/Neon
    Talking Break
  7. Steve Jordan drum solo
  8. Waiting On the World to Change ft. Michael Franti
  9. Belief
  10. Assassin
  11. Half of My Heart
  12. Bigger Than My Body
  13. Why Georgia
    Encore
  14. Who Says
  15. Castles Made Of Sand (Jimi Hendrix cover)
  16. Gravity
Highlights? Oh, you mean besides the whole night?
-The first few notes of 'Slow Dancing.' That's my friend Andrew's favorite song and we were SINGING the guitar lines.
-JM: "These next few songs have a theme...see if you can figure it out." before solo acousticizing his entire first album for us.
-Steve Jordan pounding away at the skins, straight into the keys of 'Waiting'

-Gravity
this needs its separate point. 18-minute long (estimated) jam, perfect in every way, this song alone was worth price of admission. by the end, he was literally on his hands and knees with his guitar on the ground. i'm pretty sure i became immortal for a few seconds during this song.

I almost bought tickets to see him again in Philly tonight, but I had too much work. If you're a fan of blues at all, hit up this show.

Oh yeah, he's actually really funny too. I officially forgive him for all media outbursts.




Random other news: really surprised no one's reviewed "Kingprince" by Cassino yet. I might try to get around to it this week.
Tags: music, John Mayer, shows, blues
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10,000 people have viewed my blog
02/18/10 at 08:30 AM by Matt Chylak
That's kind of cool. Wish I had more to say right now, but I don't.

Read Anton's blog, it's fun.
Tags: random
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What I'm Doing
02/17/10 at 10:26 PM by Matt Chylak
Watching luging on the Winter Olympics. Looks absolutely ridiculous...the Austrians just won doubles going like 134 km/h down a tube that some kid died in a week ago. I feel a poem coming on.

Seeing the new artwork for MGMT's "Congratulations" has me excited and I didn't even give the first record a full listen (love all the "singles" but never picked it up for some reason). Hopefully they're my Vampire Weekendesque Breakout of 2010.

Reading cummings, thought I'd do some

Typing.


5.

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile





night.
Tags: poetry, e.e. cummings, Olympics
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January CD Binge
01/26/10 at 06:49 AM by Matt Chylak
The music selection on and near my campus sucks, so I'm waiting on like six records in the mail:

Vampire Weekend - Contra
The Avett Brothers - I And Love And You
Motion City Soundtrack - My Dinosaur Life
Damien Rice - O
Cassino - Kingprince
The National - Boxer
Cold War Kids - Dig Yourself EP

I've heard most of these, and I like all the bands already. It's nice to know I'm getting at least five or six quality CDs that I haven't overplayed yet.

I don't come on here much anymore; mostly just check the news feed and leave to mess around upstairs playing pool. Maybe I've outgrown you all...I hope not
Tags: music
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Big Surprise
01/18/10 at 08:10 PM by Matt Chylak
Check out my positive review for Ke$ha's album "Animal." Everybody hates it:

http://absolutepunk.net/showthread.p...post60473 101


In March 2009, Manchester Orchestra released AP.net's Album of the Year Mean Everything to Nothing, which combined intelligent, introspective lyrics with raw, unpolished, dynamic rock. Critics hailed them for their imagination, emotional charge, and willingness to push the boundaries of the radio rock genre.

Ke$ha's debut album Animal shares none of these qualities, and it's the breakout pop debut of the year.

Taking cues from Lady Gaga's success in 2009, Ke$ha stomped onto the pop music scene with "Tik Tok," a pre-game anthem to getting drunk with your girlfriends and going out to party. Lyrics like "brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack" and "don't have a plan in the world, but got plenty of beer" are delivered so matter-of-factly and...happily (more on that later) that the listener is forced to consider that Ke$ha's songs are autobiographical. Make no mistake, there isn't a single intelligent or introspective phrase on her entire album, but the sheer vapidity and (dare I say it) "swagger" of Ke$ha's delivery makes her assertions of "kick [men] to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger" believable.

Nearly all of the songs on "Animal" are infectiously catchy. From the kick stomp Katy Perry stylings of "Your Love Is My Drug" to the piano rain echoes of the title track, our drunken star delivers polished dance music with only a few missteps (3OH!3's further degradation of the English language in "Blah Blah Blah" reaffirms my hatred of them and completely ruins a great track). The song titles show the limited range of topics: "Take It Off," Hungover," "Party at a Rich Dude's House," etc. Despite the odd out-of-place ballad (Ke$ha's at her best in full party mode), there's not much variety either, with synthesizer and computer beats and nursery rhyme melodies. But it works. Over half of this album has single potential, and as Rihanna, Madonna, or Michael Jackson can tell you, that's all that matters in the world of pop music.

Intelligent, introspective lyrics? Nope.

Raw? Not in the unpolished sense. Maybe the morning after these songs feel a bit raw.

Dynamic rock? Went out the window as soon as 3OH!3 was invited to the party.

Imagination, emotional charge, and willingness to push the boundaries of radio? Nope. Ke$ha plays it safe by releasing dance music that's easy to latch onto, and that's all anyone's asking.
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First Impressions: Thirty Seconds to Mars - This Is War
12/29/09 at 10:41 PM by Matt Chylak
I gained new hopes when I heard/saw the video for Thirty Seconds To Mars' new single, "Kings and Queens." Sure, it sounds like a total U2-knockoff, complete with a cawing eagle and gang vocals over a soaring chorus, but it was a GOOD knockoff. Leto harnessed the unique aspects of his voice into a catchy refrain, complete with whispery vocals in the verses for gravis and abstract lyrics.

Unfortunately, the rest of 30STM's "This Is War" never matches the intensity of their lead single, and instead of attempting a varied collection of songs, the album tiredly repeats each and every trick in each and every song. Entire songs are whispered as Leto's lyrics devolve into boring buzz phrases like 'a brave new world' and the mostly lackluster choruses lament the fall of man. Most tellingly, every song on the album has gang vocals, as if a hundred voices could help Leto pound his way out of a shitty song.

I'll give it another few listens, but "This Is War" seems pretty skippable.
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