I hate music reviews. They usually don’t tell you anything about the music. Rather, they’re more interested in onanistic and often obscure comparisons that are more about the reviewer than the album. There’s always a line like “think Van Halen and Billy Corgan’s illegitimate lovechild screaming alongside pre-No Doubt Gwen Stefani combined with the drumming of late Sleater Kinney with Kid A‘s shifty synths played by Fujiya and Miyagi thrown in for good measure.” What does that really tell you about the sound of the album? Jack squat.
So why am I writing a music review? Well, I’m actually not reviewing Propagandhi’s Supporting Caste (March 2009) as an album but as a work of art. I’ll let you read other reviews for descriptions of the sound. Let’s just say it rocks and the musicianship is flawless. I’m more interested in the intersection of the sound with the lyrics and themes of the album. Propagandhi takes on more than politics and fascism on this album; they take on the problem of humanity itself. (. . .)