Title: Anthems of Chilling Precision
Product review: The apocalypse is underway, and Cake has written the soundtrack. To listen to Comfort Eagle is to experience standing in a coliseum, surrounded by the chanting he-cheerleaders of doomed gladiators. The walls have been crumbling; these are the trumpets of acknowledgement. It's as if Cake collectively hails from a culture in which the end times are heralded by a roller disco parking lot cookout."Eh," you say. "It's just more of the same old Cake." The formula goes: megaphones, religion, handclaps, echoes, handclaps, and carefully moderated vocal tones betraying only the barest hint of a deep and fundamental sorrow. But the icing on the...album is a venture into classic guitar rhythms reminiscent of The Cars. "Shadow Stabbing" is so unspeakably beautiful in its sheer rocking simplicity, one can only dance and cry, as we are all dancing and crying toward inescapable mass destruction.
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