Cynic Guru - drugs
The dribble of this wilting voice incarcerates your brain into a tight squeeze headlock of broken glass and rusty nails where any attempt at gasping for a remedy or less whiney supplement seems useless. It drags and it tumbles in and out of what seems like a complete and utter shambles. Somehow Cynic Guru manage to make their instruments screech like screaming Koala bears who are trying to escape from a stampede of failed new wave, gothy type moguls whose indecent bellowing attacks you like a bear in mating season.
The b-side…”Dick”…yes, that’s right, they really aren’t doing themselves any favours, is the product of less screech and a dabble more whine. The seemingly over used structure is nothing new. It‘s a repeat of a repeat. The direction of this single will remain much of a mystery to me and if I am being honest I don’t think I really want to know what was attempted here. Maybe witchcraft? Maybe they are in fact genius’s and I just can’t see it? Or maybe it’s just really really bad.