Psyopus: Odd Senses

Every now and again I try to give an album I didn’t like the first time around another chance. This time it’s Psyopus’s Odd Senses. I get two songs in to it and I have to stop it. The first two tracks are listenable but once I get to the third track it just becomes an annoyance. It’s not that “I don’t get it” or that I don’t understand music theory enough to understand it, I just don’t fuckin like it! The guitar just starts to get to me when it begins to sound a little too much like cacophonous fretboard wankery. When the sound begins to take form as repetitive squealing slides and arpeggio hammer-ons, then it just begins to get on my nerves and I have to put on something a little more rhythmical to ease my nerves,  like Obituary’s Slowly We Rot. I’m not taking a pot-shot at the band or Chris Arp, I’m just saying that I can’t do the Psyopus thing. I’ve tried about three times now and I just can’t do it.

There are fans of Psyopus that love them and then there are people that don’t. I don’t and I’m not going to pretend I do just so I can sound like some uber-intelligent douche-fuck that thinks he’s better or smarter than other metal fans because he/she listens to this shit. That’s like the Whitechapel fanboys thinking they are so BrOOTal (did I spell that right? Probably not.)

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