Who Really Cares - TV Girl

Yeah, I don't...I don't...understand? I guess?

Welcome back to this blog it's been a good long while since I last saw you, but we're back and I'm going to release one review per month. So you can read that if you want.

So look here see? I don't understand this. There's a lot I don't like, and I think it's because this is the type of experimental music that I just simply don't understand.

For those who know me, you probably have an idea of what I might talk about first. Yes indeed, it is the vocals. Uhhh...I pretty much hate them. Like why are they layered like that? It's not pleasing. And also, it isn't displeasing in a way I respect or care for. It's like sandpaper on the ears. I don't want it.

And while we are on that topic, this dude writes actually garbage lyrics. Not only are the bars bad but they are delivered like someone who is just learning how to keep time with music. No thanks. No THANKS.

Melodies. I don't know some are kinda cool. But most of them are painfully forgettable and uninspiring. I actually feel for most of this album as though the artist is able to write interesting material but is just high. Like he's wasted and that's why it all sounds lackadaisical and obnoxious.

Now, I have had people tell me "Carl you don't understand it's the PRODUCTION". No I do understand it's the production. And it should be clear to you, the reader, that production is something I care about only if I like the melodies, vocals, lyrics, etc. So I really don't care how cool the production is. Blah Blah Blah Blah hands over my ears I'm not listening to you.

This review is a debbie downer. So what's the takeaway? Make better music. Otherwise, I have to get sad sitting here writing depressing reviews that aren't even funny.

So stop being a baby, pick up the doggie doo doo, and try listening to music that's maybe not made for toddlers who can't even ride a tricycle.

Who. Really. Cares.

Not-for-me 3.0