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Right, then. There’s
this band called Iced Earth. I should know where they’re from, but
I don’t; I’m guessing California. I absolutely love their new
album, Horror Show. I love it even though parts of it are so embarrassingly
bad that charitable listeners will find themselves trying to find a sympathetic
angle from which to listen to it, and may even, as I did, start making excuses
for the band -- “It probably sounded really good coming through some
gigantic expensive studio speakers,” say, or “This one is probably
better live.” These are some pathetic excuses, to be sure, but they
are the best we could do with some of the material here. Less charitable
listeners will place the lamest of these moments on their answering machines,
where they will get big laughs.
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