So these wannabes think they deserve more recognition. They even wrote a song about how they deserve more credibility! So any alt-rock band who doesn't fly to the top of the charts can now decry 'it's not our fault, it's not OUR fault no one wants to listen to us'. Good slogan.
But such brattish behaviour might just make that point, right? Sure, it's not taking credit for your short-comings, but this album packs the kind of attitudinal punch desperately praised in the grunge movement, so why can't these guys get a break? And even if this isn't as well known or as lauded as 'Dirt' or 'Nevermind', at least it's about on the same level of artistic merit, if not a little bit more.
David Couse is one cynic! His lyrics are entertaining, full of attitude and bizarre. But he's a great singer in his own way, bellowing out with underprivlidged passion and SINCERITY, and, all too oft overlooked these days, CLARITY. So aside from bashing your girlfriend and you hate everyone and don't care about anything, what's not to like about him?
On some other 'A House' albums, Couse's lyrics can be a distracting draw-card, but here the hooks dominate this catchy, crafty album, of cynical alternative rock with variety and some Irish charm thrown in for good measure. Get the British version for 'Cotton Pickers', one of the best songs on the album, the all too brief, but nonetheless great 'Victor' and 'Live Life Dead Die', probably the worst song on the album! Rating ***3/4 (3.75)