Bush


Sixteen Stone

Bush - Sixteen Stone ©1994 Interscope
1. Everything Zen
2. Swim
3. Bomb
4. Little Things
5. Comedown
6. Body
7. Machinehead
8. Testosterone
9. Monkey
10. Glycerine
11. Alien
12. X-Girlfriend

Something is rotten in the state of Denver. Well, England actually. But you'd never guess it considering the band has been coy about their roots, pretty boy Gavin Rossdale putting on his best grunge mask, capturing the hearts of 12 year old girls all over North America. With an embarrassingly Nirvanaed sound, Gavin just rides right to town on his prissy looks, (actually there's something very NITRO about all this) leaving his band scouring for riffs in Kurt Cobain's throwaway crapheap. The pre-school level lyrics are laughably stupid as he tries very hard for some semblance of poignancy, giving us inane, borderline retarded bits like: "we deviate our gravy brains" and "this cripple's with you/fame is a whore". *Ahem*. Bush has absolutely nothing to say; but their business speaks volumes about the state of mainstream music in America, basically a testament to how vacant and superficial it has become. Quadruple platinum? Ouch.

Review by Lee Steadham

Review date:11/1998

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Deconstructed

Bush - Deconstructed ©1997 Interscope
1. Everything Zen
2. Mouth
3. Swallowed
4. Synapse
5. History
6. Personal Holloway
7. Bonedriven
8. Insect Kin
9. Comedown
10. Everything Zen
11. In A Lonely Place

When this came out I could barely hold myself - the most successful coverband in history returneth (on Interscope no less, a label in relentless pursuit of THE WORST). Since the American public has evidently gotten bored with grunge, pin-up-loverboy-the-girls-love'em Gavin Rossdale thumbed his perfect little nose at integrity and contentedly hopped on the newest bandwagon. You guessed it, techno. This third-rate techno takes even less skill than grunge, however. So Gavin can spend more time teasing his hair and perfecting different looks, from different angles, in those grand British Victoriana mirrors, and just occasionally press a button or twist a knob. I mean, this is by-the-numbers commercial techno music. You know exactly what to expect. Complete and utter crap. In case you haven't gathered yet, Bush has no talent. Though it'll be interesting to see these guys adhere to all the different bandwagons as they inevitably swing back around, like Glam Gavin. Update: no, actually I just wish they'd go away.

Review by Lee Steadham

Review date: 12/1998

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