### Fake Idyll: Therapist

#### 29/08/11 || revenant

Before I kick this shit off, a quick note on the title. When K sent this to me he labeled it “The rapist”, though according to the band’s own website the album’s title is “Therapist”. Yes, I know it sounds like K and I are re-enacting a SNL sketch, but K is right in that it is pronounced “The rapist”, the band either don’t know what a space bar is (it’s that long skinny one with nothing on it, fuckos) or are too trendy for it. Either way, these idiots should have realized a different word and meaning came with the space removed. Always a bad thing, just ask these cunts:

www.penisland.net

Seriously, is that Pen Island or Penis Land?

So on to Fake Idyll’s music then…. which is not so easy to describe. It’s deathy, grindy, weirdy samply thingy, porno grindy stuff. It’s oddball in terms of lyrics, song structures and has a vagina-load of weird samples thrown in randomly all over the place. Strange thing is, it’s also really enjoyable. Wait – disclaimer on that. It’s enjoyable for the first 20 minutes, after that you get two shitty programmed sample tracks, the second of which is 4 minutes of a woman groaning in ecstasy as though she were being gang-banged by staffers Hab and IG. What exactly is the point of this? Is it supposed to be arousing? Sorry, I’m more of a visual person.

The last ten minutes of the album contain 4 karaoke versions of the best tracks from the first half of the album. Again, I don’t see the point in this.

6/10: One point for each good track. More of that in the future, and less of the useless crap. Then you’re onto something.