Look What I Did
Minuteman For The Moment
6.4
What the fuck happened to the members of this band to write this? I listen and just completely fail to understand it. It's not disorganized, yet, it's scatterbrained. It's not poorly written, but it's certainly not put together correctly. Look What I Did have found themselves the perfect name. It reminds me of when I used to draw these sadistic pictures of people being killed when I was little and I'd look up and remark to my mother, "hey, look what I did," only to have her look down with total confusion and a reasonable amount of concern.
Yeah, that's right, I'm concerned about Look What I Did.
Truthfully, I don't know what it sounds like. It doesn't defy explanation, it just defies words. It's like how supposedly in Japanese, there is no word for television. You have to say something like, "box with colorful moving pictures," or something of the like. There need to be more words in my thesaurus to explain what's going on. Jazzy interludes, techy Dillinger Escape Plan guitar, decent and clear singing, circus-like melodies, exasperated ranting not unlike the tail end of a bar from an Every Time I Die track, parts that don't lock together but have been obviously beaten with a claw hammer so that somehow you're not aware that nothing belongs together, if mapped out on paper, maybe with a Venn diagram. Such a strange sense of melody. It's the kind of thing that makes me write a piece of shit sentence like that which I've just written, and seem to be continually writing.
Sometimes I really love what I'm hearing, like on certain parts of "The Soiree", where there's an excellently composed section with a soaring chorus incorrectly placed by side by side with a quirky and unmanageable verse with wandering vocals.
I've got to hand it to them, they're doing something different. That's virtually impossible in this day and age. I'm still unsure as to whether or not I actually enjoy what they're doing. I've been studying Minute Man For The Moment off and on for the last week and a half and I still don't know how I feel about it. It seems like by now, something should have settled in and figured itself out for me. It hasn't.
If you're feeling adventurous and bored with your collection, grab this and write your own review. And snort some Ritalin or something. I don't know. I feel like I'm trying to explain the plot of a David Lynch movie to a five year old.
