Let me start by saying this: I have never needed to take a break from a review so many times and for such an extended period of time. Although my reasoning is just and specific, I do apologize.
Now then, to divulge into the bits and pieces of my reasoning, I am here to address the newest addition to The Bunny The Bear‘s discography. The record, entitled The Stomach For It, is impressively fitting. Needless to say, my excitement and anticipation for the album was mildly escalated due in part to the surprising enjoyment I felt when listening to the prior full-length If You Don’t Have Anything Nice to Say... The “Needless to say” stems from the inability to stomach the newest release. Twisting and turning for almost two full weeks in my gut, this record has seemed like a curse – even at this very moment I am unsure of what exactly to say.
After reading some commentary surrounding the record, there was an immediate call to action. It appeared as though the fan base was in awe of the new album and all of its artistic and experimental beauty. Further diving into the band’s unnatural approach, I spent an hour or so spinning the last album and once again found myself admiring its “half-good, half-obnoxious” theme. It altogether seemed as if they were a band destined to flirt with this love-hate balance. They were simply unhappy with being good all the time. Strange notion.
While my goal was to re-connect with the The Bunny The Bear to further my ability to judge this new record, no amount of preparation could condition me for the next two weeks…nothing.
The album opener “Congregation” is the standard, typical introduction. It is filled with synth, and I am talking “drowning in synth.” When Bear’s clean vocals chime in, however, there is a certain appeal which brings me back to one of the few reasons I enjoyed the prior album. Ahh, but then Bunny’s unpleasant howl-bark, or whatever you want to call it, completely shatters any happiness you may have felt. Oh well.
The second track “Sky” has the delightful fortune of following such an awful start. The dis-fortune however, is that the band has decidedly pursued a common theme for this album, which only becomes more and more prevalent as it progresses: Bunny moaning horribly behind a synth mess, which is strewn about like an episode of Hoarding: Buried Alive. Although I find that show amusing, there is nothing remarkably humorous about The Stomach For It (the list of former members is hilarious, though, given the band’s short existence).
To my delight, the second track ended, but to my horror, “All Birds” began. Here is where Bunny does his worst, displaying his whining, scream-talk mix of garbage…awesome. While it is my desire to avoid a track-by-track analysis, I feel as though it is becoming a nightmare-ish reality. Must avoid.
On “Breeze,” Bear exclaims “Thoughts of suicide, or flowers.” Definitely suicide.
In the midst of all this I can’t help but feel like a moderate mental-case referring to the two vocalists: Bear and Bunny.
To end this review, because I feel it necessary to end production of this headache I have acquired over the past couple weeks, I wish to address the single “Lonely” for which the band made a video. For those of you who have not seen this debacle, I deter you from the madness. Not only does the song fail, but the video reveals a $10 budget and a lack of creativity. It’s an “Alice in Wonderland” knock-off where in the end, Alice ends up eaten. Truly inspiring and imaginative.
The praise I spoke for the If You Don’t Have Anything Nice to Say…, I have taken my licks for. In many ways, this follow-up/shit-fest makes me feel somewhat sane again. For that, I am thankful to the band for making something I definitively hate.
To conclude, I wish to question the die-hard fans out there who have labelled this madness such an impressive work of art: Do you also enjoy eating your own ear wax? Or is it just your sense of sound that has been pulverized to the nth degree?
For Those Who Like: I really have no idea?