Saturday, September 4, 2010

I Hate Myself's 10 Songs

This album. This album, dear readers, Is truly amazing. Sure, the whole band was ironic. They were today's hipsters musically before their time. But that doesn't take away from the amazing, depressing, powerful aurora of this album. Jim Maurburger has that nasally, on the verge of crying voice that makes you feel the "pain". Someone once said Rites Of Spring was better than Fugazi because Guy actually sounded hurt and wounded on it. I don't recall whom it was, but you get that feeling from this album. There's no overabundance of screaming, its not ridiculously hardcore, it's just a great emo/screamo album.
Tons of emotion, tons of power, hell. It got me into the genre.
Steal this album, everyone, you won't be disappointed.

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