Róisín Machine

Good ideas come at a price. $20. There's a funny joke for you.

The thing about this album is that there is no shortage of spectacular ideas. We go from one song to another here with a different central feel. Power, scratch, and synth are at the core of this album, being strung together with the voice, which is...fine.

Róisín Murphy has a fairly distinct voice, but I don't think I would coin it as good. It doesn't ruin the music, but I could do without it.

The real problem with this record is it is just really repetitive. I mean it is just really repetitive. I mean, I just feel like it is too repetitive. Truly, I think the album is repetitive. If I'm being honest, this album seems to be a little too repetitive. What I think is, the repetition kills this album.

Take a song like "Incapable". The jazzy piano chords bounce really nicely with the "BA" drum going on. And the snapping and clapping add another level. You're building this really nice music piece by piece. Until...you realize these sounds are slated to continue on the track for the next three minutes. Heinous. Repugnant. Completely fucked.

Sure, the voice dances over the sounds, but it doesn't excuse the repetition. The most painful exposition of this is in the VERY FIRST SONG which is SO repetitive, that, in my opinion, it should be destroyed. With a baseball bat maybe. Or a few wildfires.

This album is interesting. This album is fun. It also happens to suck.

Redundant 4.0