Bailter Space: Solar 3

Solar 3

Solar 3Mumble, mumble, hiss, buzz. What? Speak up, you freak, I can’t hear you over the terribly mixed, drone rock you’re spewing. Where the hell did this one come from? I think a friend sent it in a “care” package, along with something that was hopefully a million times better. This shit is dreadful. I’m not even sure the singer was in the same room when they were writing the music, as he seems to be moaning over something that isn’t there. It sounds like karaoke being sung by a drunk harelip. Make it stop, really.