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вЂњDaydream is an acoustic drag redeemed only by the fact that bassist DвЂ™arcy вЂњMake Her Lead Singer!вЂќ Gretzky handles lead vocal chores. вЂњBury MeвЂќ in particular demonstrates CorganвЂ™s knack for the monstrous riff, and as for вЂњSiva,вЂќ itвЂ™s a headbanger for the ages with some great freakout guitar.

The hypnotic вЂњRhinoceros,вЂќ the bass-propelled вЂњBury Me,вЂќ and the dreamy and psychedelia-tinged вЂњCrushвЂќ (oh shades of the Brian Jonestown Massacre!) are also keepers. вЂњSufferвЂќ splits the difference between the Velvet Underground and the Doors, вЂњSnailвЂќ is a guitar showcase and downright majestic, and вЂњTristessaвЂќ metals up Led Zeppelin to good effect. Take BillyвЂ™s whinge out of the equation, and IвЂ™d probably buy the damn record on the basis of the staggeringly ferocious вЂњI Am OneвЂќ alone. No, itвЂ™s not the music that sends me fleeing.

Gish vinyl skin#

ItвЂ™s akin to my reaction to the sound of someone rubbing styrofoamвЂ“my skin crawls, my teeth curl up, and I do an uncanny imitation of the fella in Edvard MunchвЂ™s The Scream. Trouble is, every time he opens his mouth I get the heebie-jeebies. The productionвЂ™s crisp (Butch Vig and Billy made sure of that), the bandвЂ™s solid, and CorganвЂ™s a bona fide guitar god. I donвЂ™t have a grudge against the songs on Gish most of them are quite good. He whines the way I used to whine when my parents would drag me through the gift shop at Fantasyland without buying me anything. And you know what? My ignorant hating ass was right. So I tied myself to a chair and listened to the Smashing PumpkinsвЂ™ 1991 debut, Gish. But an ignorant hater? Nobody wants to wear that hat. They just smell wrongвЂќД«ut hereвЂ™s another quote, this one by the 19th Century British philosopher Herbert Spencer: вЂњThere is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments, and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance-that principle is contempt prior to investigation.вЂќ I donвЂ™t mind being called a hater. IвЂ™ve despised them since the first time I heard вЂњBullet with Butterfly Wings,вЂќ and when people ask why I tell them, вЂњI dunno. Hell, I even hate things I know next to nothing about. In his 1823 essay On the Pleasure of Hating, British author and philosopher William Hazlitt wrote, вЂњLove turns, with little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.вЂќ He also wrote, вЂњWe grow tired of everything but turning others into ridicule, and congratulating ourselves on their defects.вЂќ With those words he summed up my whole character.