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2.7

Cut Off Your Hands
Hollow

An appropriate title considering this record is a completely empty experience, void of any guts or passion. And, sure, we all know that's not everything. But we also know that slowly riding our BMXs through dull suburbs during the last minutes of daylight and dreaming away our pathetic little lives isn't something we're gonna write home about. I mean, how do you even start that letter. Dear Dad, rode my old half-broken push bike around the streets today. Yeah, I am too old to be doing that. Nothing happened either. So I came home, hoofed some glue and jacked off twelve times. I mean, get less awkward in your letter son/s.

And maybe — as those last few sentences would suggest — our juvenile focus inhibits our enjoyment of this kind of swooning subtly. In addition to this, we remember Cut off Your Hands back when they didn't sound so bored, weren't so focused on melodic go-nowhere harmonies and when their crowd-invading live antics suitably complimented their unapologetic "no tomorrow" fury — long before that was just an attention-grabbing first song stunt. And long before they discovered predictable through-the-motions riffs, optimistic love letters and spotlessly polished production finishes.

Dullness has never sounded so self-absorbed and insular. Maybe it has, but never from a group that once grabbed me by the eardrums, dragged me off my BMX and demanded my complete attention.

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mrcheeks

Maybe they ride fixies now.

7 years ago

Remmy

Very harsh, I though it sounded great!

7 years ago

Remmy

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7 years ago

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