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Vol.7, No 47, November 18, 1999 

Reviewer slams Pokemon, Pocket Size albums

Movie soundtrack is vomit inducing

Barf!

If the Pokemon (pocket monster) movie is as bad as the soundtrack, then Mickey Mouse has nothing to fear. Unless he hears the soundtrack himself. Then you'd see him puking in the Disneyland parking lot while Baby Spice cheerily sings "Hey You, Free Up Your Mind."

After Billy Crawford tortures the listener with the "Pokemon Theme," some girl named M2M sings an entire song in this ridiculous baby voice until the listener overdoses on her saccharine coated crap.

God, I'd like to bust that Britney Spears right in the mouth. One or two more times.

Spears contributes "Soda Pop," a lame feel-good song where she makes "soda pop" rhyme with "she-bop, she-bop." Wow!

N-SYNC sings a tender love song that makes me just want to give each of the boys a big hug.

Then get 'em in a headlock and show 'em what I learned watching ... uh, well, Pokemon.

"Don't be a brontosaurus," sings B*Witched on their track "Get Happy."

That's good advice, since the brontosaurus never actually existed.

Paleontologists recently discovered that what they thought was the brontosaurus was in fact a skeleton they had built out of two separate species of large dinosaur that happened to die right next to each other.

I guess one can't expect a group of overgrown Skipper dolls to know that.

The bimbo parade continues with the girls from 98 Degrees.

On "Fly With Me," the group more than justifies throwing them out of an airplane from an altitude of 8,000 feet.

Mandah bores us further with "Lullaby."

I wouldn't mind showing Mandah my pocket monster.

If you slog a little further through the mush and phony sentiments you get to at least one decent track. Blessid Union Of Souls contributes "Brother My Brother," an acoustic antiwar song.

At least the CD cover becomes a poster that you can paste up and hurl sharp objects at.

Pokemon will keep puking on no matter how ridiculous the idea that Pikachu would want to aid Ash in the enslavement of the Pokemon race.
 

Jason Kosareff
Music critic

Music group shows 'rock is truly dead'

"To your left is the once ferocious rock 'n' roll, now nothing more than a sorry fossil here in the Museum of Washed Up Music," said the tour guide.

The specimen that shows rock is truly dead: an album called "100% Human," by Pocket Size.

I didn't want to believe that tour guide entirely, so I played the album and the following is what I discovered -- not only is rock dead, it has decomposed into a foul smelling sludge that literally chokes you until you vomit harder than Oasis' Liam Gallagher on a Sunday morning.

Pocket Size would have David Byrne turning over in the grave he should already be in.

"100% Human" is a 100 percent rip-off of Talking Heads.

Only unlike the Heads, who were once original and had artistic credibility, Pocket Size sorely lacks either criterion for making music.

Not as cute as Natalie Umbruglia, not as clever as Blur, not as fun as Ash, Pocket Size is just sort of doing it for the sake of doing it.

It looks like electronic music and rap will still reign supreme unless something drastic happens in rock, so that 100% human means something will be added to the music.

Songs like "Death of Me" and "Sunbeam" are perfect as a soundtrack to the television show Friends, but those songs lack the muster to really affect the listener.

Liz Overs is a capable singer, creating atmosphere and a bit of a seductive sound with her romanticized lyrics.

Ultimately, she's a dime-a-dozen vocalist and quite frankly I don't by into her yuppie-ish seduction.

Likewise, Darren Pearson knows his way around a guitar, but if I hear one more guy strumming an acoustic guitar I think I'll get Pete Townshend on him and slam my old 808 Roland drum machine over his head.

It's all too human to long for things past, but when music is evolving on a higher creative plateau thanks to the advent of digital instruments, it's not wise to remain 100 percent human.

Pocket Size is an apt name for a band whose musical outlook is totally provincial.

 

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