Ty Webb wrote:Brain-damaged people are 100% really, really into making little mountains out of their mashed potatoes. And no one's mashed potato mountains are quite like their mashed potato mountains. Their exuberance when they dig in their hands, gravy be damned, is invigorating in its childlike purity.

But they're still brain-damaged, and it's still a mound of white mush.

This thread is what happens when people listen to too much punk.

To sum up: Steve Albini and Tim Midgett don't know what they are talking about, but J.R.R. Clownfro does.

katie, a douchebag wrote:To sum up: Steve Albini and Tim Midgett don't know what they are talking about, but J.R.R. Clownfro does.

There's a right and wrong in personal taste?

katie, a douchebag wrote:

Ty Webb wrote:Brain-damaged people are 100% really, really into making little mountains out of their mashed potatoes. And no one's mashed potato mountains are quite like their mashed potato mountains. Their exuberance when they dig in their hands, gravy be damned, is invigorating in its childlike purity.

But they're still brain-damaged, and it's still a mound of white mush.

This thread is what happens when people listen to too much punk.

To sum up: Steve Albini and Tim Midgett don't know what they are talking about, but J.R.R. Clownfro does.

So let's just defer to our rock icons on this? Ty usually knows what he is talking about. I can see both sides on this. I wouldn't listen to it in the car. I would just show people and watch them live. It is interesting.

I wouldn't listen to it in the car.

I would!

With the windows down...Like the gentlemen who want me to hear their rap music. I would blast Sunrise on HWY 100. Oh yeah...

Complete is a prism. Apart from rocking and inspiring, its sole object is to refract, and by refracting to recreate a world in introspect/retrospect. No matter how keenly, how admirably aband is discussed and analyzed, there will be minds that remain blank and guts that remain unkindled. "To take upon us the mystery of things"- what king Lear wistfully says to himself and for Cordelia- is also my suggestion for those who do not take Complete completely seriously.

A good amount of great art tends to be confusing to me at first and often makes me feel like I'm being conned. Rothko being a typical example of the good, duchamp's fountain as an example of something better left to more practical purposes. Only a cynic would call Complete a check fraud GBV. They are, in two words: Completely Incredible. In this day and age of 3rd rate versions of fugazi, JL, Nirvana (muddle of pudd anyone?), assorted mastodons with crappier drumming ,,, Complete really stands out. One might be tempted to break-down this extended phenotype into the following elements (discussed here and among friends) but to do so would be folly.


1. Rush: the simple 2 note bass lines in "Tom Sawyer" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPkoQsz8Xhc

2. Jim Dandy: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=SGAPhLK8qdk

3. Bob Pollard: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9lQPcDGVkk

4. Wolfman Jack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYru9j1VoG8

5. Jack "man in motion" Parr ..Yeah, true, genuine & so totally into what he is doing that he wills his unamplified electric to sing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qts5u6QJo04 "'going for it' is about shedding inhibitions and merging one's self with the music. "
6. Elvin Jones: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wfVhwPnjeQ

7.Vinnie Colaiuta: Hot licks video seminar at PIT (AKA Percussion institute of technology) in the morning and afternoon demo at Guitar center.

8. Sonic Allusions to "Now I wanna be yor dog" riff in B.S. ..

9. Living Wicca by Scott Cunningham

The singer is not the mvp (aka most valuable person) in this band though his contributions are notable and plentiful. At any given moment, in switching his styles, or within a given category, he may intensify a mood by introducing a musical lyrical strain, with alliterations and lilting devices, generally to render wistful emotions. ie. beautiful sunrises


Rick Reuben wrote:

They *are* thinking, but you're telling yourself that you're not hearing them think, to excuse the inferiority of what you're hearing. It's like reverse anthropomorphism: you're stealing human characteristics away from Complete and classifying them as animals.

Dawkin's Central Theorem of the Extended Phenotype: An animal's behaviour tends to maximize the survival of the genes *for* that behaviour, whether or not those genes happen to be in the body of the particular animal performing it.

A good amount of art is in a sense symbolic; but we say "stop thief!" to the critic who deliberately transforms an artist's subtle symbol into a pedant's stale allegory. The prism is Complete.

mr.arrison wrote:subtle non-standard riff pulled off by Complete:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRnPE1u4ruM

NO KIDDING IT IS IN FUCKING 6/4 TIME

pretentious git said:

Complete is a prism. Apart from rocking and inspiring, its sole object is to refract, and by refracting to recreate a world in introspect/retrospect. No matter how keenly, how admirably aband is discussed and analyzed, there will be minds that remain blank and guts that remain unkindled. "To take upon us the mystery of things"- what king Lear wistfully says to himself and for Cordelia- is also my suggestion for those who do not take Complete completely seriously.

Um.

Whoa.

Ok.....

this is absolutlely gone way too fucking far.

Look, Complete SUCK.


They suck. They do not merit any of these references, any of this bizarre pseudo-critical exegesis.

They are not 'going for it', they are 'going to fall over'.

They are incompetent, uncreative, ugly, dull, tedious, a total waste...good for a cringe factor and a laugh or two....

that is all.

All of you hipster jags who are patronizing them would never let them anywhere near your houses or your sisters. Me, I would tell them to keep their day jobs. but I would not patronize them. maybe some free lessons...giving them more credit than any of you....

So for fucks' sake cut the shit....

I think the guitar player shreds. The vocalist is unique. Not Crap.

...i give up.

Shevmeister,

Your poignant missive addresses me with great familiarity, yet I cannot help but suspect that you have confused me with another. However even had your cri de coeur not been intended for my eyes, I would have felt compelled to respond.

Permit me to observe, though, that today the aesthete's delicate shuddering, in this case, Curtis from complete, the pathos of being different, is much more than a stock mask in the cult of oppression.

Perhaps he might have earned the right to find his job unfulfilling, but in this day and age, no fulfillment may be attached to work, lest it lose its functional modesty in the totality of purposes. Likewise, no spark of reflection is allowed to fall into leisure time, whether or not one spends it amongst the beautiful people on the electrical forum, since it might otherwise leap across to the workaday world and set it on fire. Your freetime, Mr. Shevek, witholds from you the very freedom for which you hope; it chains you to the apparatus of production, even when this apparatus is giving you a vacation.


One final note. Although the content of your epistle, portrays you as a man embroiled in purposes who yet believes in the possibility of relations without purpose, its form suggests otherwise. Instead of a letter, you send me an inter-forum communique without salutation or signatiure; instead of symbolically raising your hat in greeting, you greet me with a hallo of familiar indifference. I'm guessing that you are a po-faced independant rocker or perhaps, even worse, an emotional one. These Mr. Shevek, are the symptoms of a sickness of contact. The abrupt form of your address itself seems to say "Time is money!" so I cannot help but feel that your apparently abject note is actually, somehow, an attempt to sell me something. Believe me when I say I hope I am mistaken.