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The subject matter from which all great comedy is born. And like all great comedians, Firewater deliver their material deadpan, with only a hint of a smile. "Psychopharmacology," their third release, finds the band still poking fun at life in modern America: you know, funny stuff like automobile insurance scams, the ins and outs of modern surveillance systems, and aspiring saints. And let's not forget about Death. The Big D. The Ultimate Joke. It seems to be a big undercurrent on this record. "Yeah, I guess so," says mouthpiece Tod A. "There's been a lot of death in my life this year. It's the one joke you never get because you're never around to hear the punchline." But despite the new record's darker territory, the musical backdrop on "Psychopharmacology" is sparser, leaner and almost, well....pop. . And what about Psychopharmacology? Well, it won't take a note from your shrink to convince you that this is one addictive record. From the first maraca-shake of Woke Up Down to the last tremolo-beat of She's The Mistake, this is a disc that may begin auto-repeating in your head. After a few weeks you may just find yourself relying on Psychopharmacology a little too much. Against your better judgement, you could start depending on it to give you the strength you need to face the day. Soon, you may be unable to imagine life without it. |
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