Its easier to imagine a
roomful of people looking willfully disaffected to it than it is to
imagine a roomful of glowstick-chewing teenagers dancing to it
Any numbnuts with a pair of claves
can make a clicking sound, but Lawrences clicking sounds make
you wonder whether there isnt actually somebody knocking at
the door
Any numbnuts with Fruity Loops
and some decent mixing equipment can make a clicking noise that makes
you wonder if there isnt actually somebody knocking at the door,
but only Lawrence causes you to drop the pretense of finding
a decent descriptive simile and head for the porch to see if there
isnt actually somebody out there
With a crowbar or something
dance = good times
Lawrence = bad vibes
Lawrences dance music = the grooviest bad vibe Ive heard
since Cabaret Voltaire
10.0 on the Airport Scale:
the Lawrence album scores 10.0 on the Airport Scale, a very delicate
device that measures the ability of a given instrumental record to
make the listener feel as though he/she is walking briskly through
an aiport in either Milan, Chicago, or Minsk, en route to a rather
important appointment about which he/she feels strangely ambivalent
Track 3 on the album in question
might as well be an airport
High incommunicado factor: theres
a little-discussed rule that states that the harder it is to explain
whats so great about an album, the greater that album actually
is. Use of this rule to defend Michael Jacksons Invincible
has resulted in a general public suspicious to accept the rules
validity, but Invincible will pass away, while northern German
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