First and foremost, this CD is beautifully packaged. Sadly, though, that's the only nice thing I can think of to say about it. This disc does not kick-start my heart, but then the first Tomahawk CD didn't either. And one can't help but have high hopes for a band with this kinda pedigree! I mean, Mike Patton, that guy from the Jesus Lizard, that guy from Helmet and then the guy from The Cows... OK, well, Mike Patton is still kinda cool, I guess, but maybe it isn't so surprising why this band doesn't quite work.... Let's face it: The Jesus Lizard, Helmet and The Cows all sucked more cock than a 14-year-old street whore in Bangkok. Why in the world would anyone want to put all those bands together? I dunno, but Mit Gas just sounds like your typical pedestrian rock music to me.
Yes, the songs are played well, but so what? Some of the tunes are almost catchy in a completely one-dimensional way, but who cares? This disc, like the first Tomahawk release, certainly has its moments, but the overall feeling the listener is left with is one of utter disappointment, along with a gnawing urge to join the army. It's just more assembly-line rock to listen to while sitting in your neat little cubicle as you work a job that slowly drains the spirit from your soul.
I give Mit Gas a three 'cos I'm feeling generous, but I can't really give a passing grade to an album with songs that are as abysmally titled as "Harelip" and "Rape This Day." I really wanted to like this, but instead I'm sitting here wishing I was listening to a new Fantômas CD. Shit, even some Scratch Acid would do the trick at this point!
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