REVIEW: Weapons

Okay, picture this like it was a commercial on the television.  Our protagonist -- do commercials have protagonists?  We shall refer to him by our generation's gender-neutral pronoun, the ubiquitous, "Dude."  Dude walks into a music store.  He picks up, I don't know, several CDs.  Let's say a Rage Against the Machine, a Guano Apes, and an early Sneaker Pimps.  These shiny plastic containers of music in hand, he strides confidently to the check stand, only to trip over an ill-placed box of guitar picks.  His planned purchases fly into the air as he plows face-first into the dingy carpet.  After hovering in mid-air, spinning for comic effect, the CDs bash onto Dude's noggin with enough force to knock all sense from him.  His fractured focus swirls, shifting back and forth, until he pulls his shit together on the lone disc sitting before him.  Lone disc?  Didn't he have three?  Nay, this sole album, seemingly encompassing influences of many varied acts, is exactly what he wants to put in his car stereo and, shall we say, rock the fuck out.  Dude happily pays for his newfound album, while the audience is allowed to laugh at the painfully exaggerated lumps on his forehead, as no one is immune to the power of slapstick comedy.  Fade out.

Weapons : Self-Titled
Genre : Political Thrash Punk with Pop Influences
For People Who Like : Rock that's crunchy, with a side of programmed strings, a dash of multi gender vocalists, and exclusive happy meal toys straight from the UK.
Not For People Who Like : Jem, but not punk rock, rock with rapping, political rock, or pretty much anything with loud guitars and/or drums.
Includes : Featured vocals by "trip-hop" singer-songwriter Jem, whose brother and sister are in the band.

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