If I was stuck on a desert, Yellowknife island, I would love this shit. However, I’m not at all. Nor are a lot of people. Funnily enough, one song goes, “I am an island. I am the end. I am the law. I am the laughter for the final straw.” Pfff. Yes you are the joke, Rikers. When in the movie did you misunderstand Spinal Tap?
The song, “I Love You This Much” makes me wonder how big the singer’s arms stretch out. I’m going to guess not very wide.
“Love is An Echo.” Boring. Your music is an echo. Life is an echo. Echo’s are echo’s of each other. Give me something to chew on or else you are just another echoing piece of New Wave/eighties synthpop without the satisfying bite of the originals.
Rikers spend money on production, but unfortunately you can’t pay for quality creativity. And music is about the quality of expression. I listen to these songs, waiting for the moment when I will give a damn, and it never comes. The tragedy is not in the songs, but in the act of listening.
© Glyde Barbey, Music Vice
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