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Mindless Self Indulgence, PINK (Metropolis Records)
CD Reviews: October 15, 2015

10/15/15
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



 Mindless Self Indulgence, PINK (Metropolis Records)

This New York City electro-punk band has always stood on the edge of some measure of superstardom, during which time (18 years now) they’ve consistently put the kibosh on real success by simultaneously being a ferocious cyber-punk organism with hooks and a joke band. They easily have the talent to go in the direction of, say, God Lives Underwater or something of that sort, but just when you start bobbing your head and feeling like you want to take a jolly baseball bat to a mailbox, singer Jimmy Urine starts with some sort of jackwagon nonsense. This LP, mostly comprised of “long-lost” recordings from their earliest days, documents the roots of their whatever-ness, starting with a sturdy but ultimately disposable rub of Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus,” complete with electroshock-blast guitars, staccato rhythms and Urine’s raging yet annoyingly complacent caterwauling. Then there’s “Memory of Heaven,” a speed-hardfloor mess that had me wishing Urine would just shut up and leave the comedy to Weird Al. I mean, if you’ve been dying for MSI to show some teeth, this is it, but someday I’d really like to hear something from this crew that wasn’t drawn in hurried crayon. B- Eric W. Saeger
 





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