1. Unbelievably amateurish guitar -- oh my god... that solo puts the 'ass' in embarrassment. They have been professional musicians for more than a decade, and they still can't play guitar, pretty much at all?
2. Preachy, confrontational, how-dare-you verses that rant against You! You! You! You! Did! This! To! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
3. Screeching, gratingly off-key wha-wha-whaaaaa chorus.
4. Kick-ass drumming (got to give them something)
5. A virtual absence of any kind of hook whatsoever -- they can't even make 1! 2! 3! 4! catchy.
All the standard ingredients of another pile of noise by Sleater-Kinney. It's the same! Every time! So another S-K record will come out, all the reviewers will masturbate over it, it will sell 46 copies, and they'll smugly retreat to their butterfly love poetry lavender bath slams until the next one.
Anyone who likes this band is lame and dumb. If you like this band, you're lame and dumb. Yes, you are. Yes, you are. I'm sorry, but you are. Yes, you.
If Nicole Kidman and Celine Dion decided to form a rock and roll enterprise, this is what it would sound like.
