Treasure Mammal’s sound is like a man channeling Weird Al’s Humor and Jack Black’s enthusiastic fervor through Horatio San’s body. That is to say he is kind of funny, and really enthusiastic, but even he can’t help laughing at how ridiculous his album is. The sound goes from tolerable to awful, to just downright scary with the most manic genre hopping I have ever heard. He has inspirational music, punk music, dance music, hip hop, and stuff I’m not sure is music spattered all throughout “Expect the Max”. A song will stop on a dime and slam into synth sludge, a broken drum machine, or screaming. I mean, the man is talented to a degree and the whiplash nature of his genre switches yield some cool things once in a while, but it just feels like he is mocking all of music. Like the kid in class who isn’t funny but the class goads him on anyway (Is it a coincidence he is a middle school teacher?). You just want class to end. Kind of like how I want this album to end.
April 14, 2007
Expect the Max, Get the Worst
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