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(OK - I'll do the boring words!)

McFly

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That's cheating Stimps!)

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zeitgeist

re-imagining

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I had to be said.

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...anybody is willing to write this up? I can't imagine it will make much sense, so it may be good enough for the NME.

It finished before I could say it.

Usually goes with jangling

a review of Smorgasbord by the Byrdsian Janglemeisters (four more from them)

I put some paras in and excised a single word and the double star rating. It's spookily plausable the album needs a title though.

The latest opus from McFly confounds expectations eponymously utilises psychedelic shimmering soundscapes knowingly unrepentant Barret-esque sonic cathedral zeitgeist-affirming sophomore release ascendant pile-driver derivative neo-classical marimba-laden.

Side man Nils Lofgren sepulchral song-cycle "beach covered with jellyfish" is era-defining jangling and hypnotic.

However, sophomore evoking galumphing outings cerebral dandies. Brian's opus sneezes lustily crap yet wall of knees hands boomps-a-daisy lyrics Wilson-esque soundscape enshrined widescreen plangent doo-wop is repentant yet evocative Krautrock melange on acid.

Echoed pastoral weeks' Byrdsian janglemeister seminal achingly perfect pop moment drenched Beatles-esque meditation on contemporary post-rock nihilism mores.

A robust return to burlesque form challenging exploration yet strangely sun-dappled musings, redolent of English Brahms juxtaposing aesthetics influenced subversively with Orwellian undertones of dystopian meditative hubris yet triumphant thumping zeitgeist surfing re-imagining.

Talentlessness hardly matters with electronica-esque noodling bouillebaise which, double bass juxtaposition is barely but crucially (dub-esque) du jour parenthetically crowbarred challengingly wayward polymathematical stylings shocking yet anti-pop.

Quintessentially understated Americana Smorgasbord definitively re-inventing, channelling behemoths like Derrida and quasi-Althusserian Barthes shot through with discordant dialectic de-emphasising dominant phallo-centirc self-confident ruminations on postmodern nations hubristic gossamer-laden quasi-monosyllabic Buckley arhythmic, yet flatulent in a post Jungian manner.
A bobbydazzler (Q) ******
Not reviewed (Word)

Somebody with the right skills needs to hack this into a rockcrit generator as a control ;-)

http://www.elsewhere.org/pomo/

(and then we can get someone else to compose a folk ballad about how computers are killing the dignity of manual labour ;-))

and yet....

Sounds like a great title to me...