Labels: bronzerat
Review by: Katie Kennedy
This is without a doubt one of the worst reviews I’ve ever written. I’m blaming this on the fact this is one of the most gash awful things I’ve ever forced myself to listen to. Trost is music for elevators. It’s drab, repetitive and like a bad fucking trip that you never asked for. Trost sings half in German and English. She feigns a cockney accent at one point, which is something that sticks out to me. Not that that’s a good thing. This style of music really isn’t for me; her lofty voice makes me want to gouge my eyes out with hot rusty spoons whilst musically it’s repetitive to the point where you start to question your life, sexuality and how the fuck you’re gonna gain back the time you’ve lost through listening to this.
I’m gonna award her minus ten points for managing to butcher two Will Oldham tracks pretty well. Whatever she’s trying to portray atmospherically she’s managed to succeed in deterring me from listening to anything else of hers ever again. Someone should tell this gibroni to stop making music. Congratulations to the bawbag who’s made this unholy shlep of a 15 hour bus ride in Vietnam even worse. I’ll give you five points for that. I’ve now earsed a bottle of gin and boshed a few sedatives to help see me through the rest of this bumpy ride. While we’re here can someone tell the bloody driver to take his hand off the fucking horn?
Shambolic.