Reviews
2004-02-08
The down-tuned, murky and grief-stricken paranoia
that has made the best guitarock bands (think
Nirvana, Quicksand, Melvins) so memorable gives
El Gigante an edge that continues throughout
their handbook to failure. That is, until the
melodies spring from guitar to voice fifty-five
seconds into the first track and it gets even
better than originally thought possible. In the
end words like ‘disappoint’ or ‘fail’ are the
farthest thing from your mind, and you’re left
reeling -- needing to hear songs like “Star
Pupil” or “Albatross” again. This
official
guide, with so much depth and feeling, seems
to try not to be as catchy as the common cold,
but their success is something the band will just
have to live with.
Jason Thornberry
