I used to drink. A lot. Sometimes I'd sit there with a bottle of gin and my iPod and listen to this album over and over again and laugh bitterly during Take This Bottle. This whole album has a bitter, angry tinge to it and it's so much fun to sit and listen and attribute each song to someone who fucked you over at some point in your life.
Or maybe it's just me. I played this album repeatedly during one of those horrid phases of my life, so it's a guilt by association thing. It's really an epic album; a lot of critics will claim it's FNM's weakest effort (I give that claim to The Real Thing), but that's probably because you have to get Mike Patton in order to really appreciate this effort. You may recognize Diggin' the Grave, but dig deep into KFoD and get to songs like Just a Man or Ricochet or The Last To Know and you get at the heart of the band and the soul of Patton; his voice is all over the place here, in a good way. Patton's vocal chords are a music instrument unto themselves.
This album also gave me a reason to call my sister every June 21st and say Happy Birthday, Fucker.
Favorite song: Gentle Art of Making Enemies
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3 years ago