Alice Donut - Bucketfulls of Sickness and Horror in an Otherwise Meaningless Life !
Alice Donut - Bucketfulls of Sickness and Horror in an Otherwise Meaningless Life
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"Bucketfulls of Sickness and Horror in an Otherwise Meaningless Life" is Alice Donut's second studio album, release in 1989 on Alternative Tentacles. It was produced at NY Noise, New York.
They rip it all up, everything from rednecks to the very rich to preachers to MTV.. About Ms. O'Connor, "I wanna believe but you just make me sneer, 'cause it's the same emotions that they use to sell me beer."
On that note I think 1989 is finally behind us. (San Francisco Sentinel)
A true delicacy in avant-garde hardcore. (Flipside)
It simply delighted my impressionable young mind with its creative guitar interplay and wacky vocal antics! There's still a sense of youth and wonder, but now they've got incredibly bright melodic ideas to complement their energy and humor, particularly on the high-speed harmonics-driven anti-jock anthem "Testosterone Gone Wild" and the screaming loud anti-life rocker "Egg," two of the best songs they would ever write. The spastically funky "Lydia's Black Lung" is right up there, too, starting off the album with a proud demonstration of Tom's increased awareness of the difference between "yelping" and "vocalizing." Goody album. A little bit country and a little bit rock and roll, a little bit funky and a little bit punky, a little bit experimental and a little bit pop - and more terrific guitar lines than you can shake ass dick at! Nothing but strong instrumental interplay and aggressive energy from beginning to end... until it suddenly peters out with a terrible experimental piece.
Still, the rest? Christ, what songs! There's even one about AIDS! ("In bubonic times...." he sings). Even the bass player guy wrote a couple of great ones - the beautiful put-down "Sinead O'Connor On TV" and punky love ballad "Incinerator Heart" are right up there with any of Tom's. At least, I think the bass player guy wrote them. He sings them, anyway. I think.... (Mark Prindle)
The album title sounds more than a little like a Butthole Surfers homage, and little on this 1989 album would disabuse one of the suspicion that this New York combo wants nothing more than to be the East Coast version of those fried Texas weirdos. An interesting mixture of straightforward hardcore punk, Zappa-style left turns into orchestrated noise, and a thoroughly snotty sense of humor, Alice Donut throw in some unexpectedly catchy elements as well: "Testosterone Gone Wild" is a full-on pop song, complete with guitar hooks and backing vocals on the chorus, and "Sky of Bones" has an unexpected resemblance to Redd Kross' psych-punk era. (Stewart Mason @ AllMusic)
Un deuxième album qui envoie la purée comme une méchante giffle à la face du rock dit 'alternatif' et qui les exclut enfin définitivement de l'affiliation accidentelle et malheureuse au mouvement grunge. Tout y est, de la furie hurlante et noisy à la ballade désabusée un brin cynique (Sinhead) en passant par le rock implacable aux riffs imparables et un sens des mélodies qui s'incrustent dans le crâne pour ne plus le quitter (I feel something unusual!)...
Et même si la voix de Tom est encore haut-perchée, son style devient de plus en plus prenant aux tripes, alternant chant et et phrasé grogné avec force malice, ajoutant à une originalité et une personalité qui fait de Alice Donut un virus dont on ne se débarrasse jamais; le truc inoubliable et résistant à toute forme d'antibiotique sonore distribuée sur le marché musical.
Allez, il est temps de s'en prendre une bonne dose pauvre Cendrillon, perdue au milieu de ces carcasses de bagnoles près du motel blafard et poussiéreux...