Review#1

Upon these lines will soon rest 'reviews', that is to say 'critiques', of various bands or songs or albums or whatever, that is to say 'music', hopefully using some ideas from various thinkers, that is to say 'philosophers', drawn upon with our without reference, that is to say potentially 'plagiarised', apart from when the depthy insight simply comes from the systematic reduction of observed facts, that is to say, 'a posteriori'.

Round One. Red Hot Chili Peppers.

in the wake of stadium arcadium the RHCP became a postmodern version of themselves, out of nessecity rather than choice. this is to say, in this instance, a caricature. a fictitious parody of their former selves in which all clichés are embraced and made equal. sincerity and foolishness blend in dilute form to create an unbelievable fluctuating character arriving on the spoon from a long cooled soup. one cannot escape the predicament of the return to past musics in the wake of newer ones. is one's impression of the old influenced by one's impression of the new? or does a once cherished opinion hold true throughout subsequent misgivings? in this case, the dire caricature that greets you at the door of your ears plunges you back into the past, in which you recognise the traits from which this new offering has been assembled; a feeble frankenstien's monster made from what you once thought were reputable parts. the parts are thus brought into question, and the effort of a saint is needed to resolve the situation as a forgivable one, if not a man blind to his senses and inner truths. is it thusly not true that the old is rendered perpetually new, in the wake of our increasingly subtle yet precise critiques and their implications on previously held beliefs? as such, music is unable to age, and for this, only this, maybe the RHCP can be reconciled.