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Records: The Hunger's Cinematic Superthug
By Flynn Eckenrode
After last week's unprecedented Pulp-fest, I can sense
the Herald readership clamoring with an unrequited desire for musical
diversity. As a responsible and sensitive reviewer, I feel obligated to call
attention to a recent release that has been overshadowed by those precocious
Shwingers from Sheffield.
First off, I suggest that those of you who have waited patiently for the
appearance of Cinematic Superthug, the debut CD from Houston rockers The
Hunger, would be wiser to invest your money in an old Motley Crüe album.
They at least had tongues firmly planted in cheek. These five elegant bachelors
simply have their tongues curled in the earnest sneer of post-Soundgarden
alternative rock. And it's really terribly predictable stuff (Stone Temple
Pilots-core distortion and vocal whinging with a producer who maybe heard
Prodigy once).
I don't know how many more vulnerable teenagers with Jackson guitars are going
to have to be sacrificed to the dead idols of grunge music before our
collective post-modern angst is allayed, but I hope it doesn't require another
album from these guys. They make Matchbox 20 seem like a credible band.
The Hunger does seem to have a sense of humor, though. At least they printed
their song lyrics on the CD insert, and with syntactic nonsequiturs like "Give
me some relief from this hell/ The man behind the gun, he will kill" from their
alterna-hymn, "Hey God," I can't help but imagine someone somewhere laughing.
No wait, it was me. I'll give them one star for effort, though: the leather and
bleached hair is a theatrical attempt to recapture the spirit of late '91.
(Universal Records)
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