When Prometheus was chained to a rock, doomed to an eternity of having his perpetually regenerated liver eaten by a giant eagle, he’d have been forgiven for thinking, “it can’t get any worse than this!” But he’d have been wrong. I don’t wish to sound harsh, but listening to this record is such a mind-numbingly tedious experience, so utterly stultifying, that in comparison being eviscerated until the end of time would be an absolute pleasure.
Ms B has a degree in music from Goldsmiths College. If you ever want to argue the case that art degrees are a waste of time* then this album must be your exhibit A. On A Mission is an atrocity. Hideous. The only good thing about it is that it ends.
* I don’t think art degrees are a waste of time. Don’t hit me.
1 April 2011.
none of it.
no cows, not even a bit of one.