Stipplicon - The Last Great Truth
(Pro-Anti)
No need to beat around the bush about it, Stipplicon and the Moldy Peaches share three members. And not much else. The first Moldy Peaches record was messy, shambolic, self-indulgently loose. The Late Great Truth isn't. The first Moldy Peaches record was also a whole lotta fun at times, a record whose fuck-it attitude occasionally approached, yes, beautiful dumb genius. The Late Great Truth isn't. The first Moldy Peaches record was terribly, terribly flawed, but whether it provoked love or hate it was undeniably memorable. The Late Great Truth isn't.
Twelve tiresome tunes here for you to tap your tootsies to, and only one sticks in the cerebrum. Unexciting by-the-book alt-rock songs ("True," "Daddy-o"), sub-Phish heavy funk stabs ("A Tiny Frequency"), and hard rock parody ("RockNRoll") maketh not an album for the ages. The vocals hint that the band's having a grand ol' time playing these songs, and the Moldy Peach members have proven themselves as onstage mindblowers, but the limp production leaves the music floating face down in the sonic soup. We're giving 'em "The Famous Operation," though, a pretty piano-and-voice number that ambles along quietly over chirping birds and street sounds. A mixtape keeper, hands down.
For your scorecard, that leaves The Late Great Truth at one-for-twelve, for a .083 average. But take heart, sportsfans: Craig Grebeck batted just .049 in 23 games for the Red Sox in 2001 and still managed to rake in a cool 700K. The math hasn't been double checked, but by my calculations that'd easily make millionaires out of Stipplicon. Play ball!
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