There are trillions of tiny insects living all over your body and no matter what you do you can never get them off of you! THIS MAKES ME ITCH, DAMMIT!!! ITCH!!!Īlright, now that we're all insane, here's what I really think about "The King in Yellow". The album begins with a tension-building 45 minutes of the band tuning their instruments, then suddenly the "water" suite begins with the feverish whirlwind of violins that introduces "The King in Yellow / William Bloat." Their decision to work with Leopold Schpuss and the the Philadelphia Philharmonic really pays off in this piece, adding subtle (and often playful) shades of nuance you don't normally associate with the band's later "blue" period. The Dead Milkmen's latest effort combines the street-wise, small-hat, pitter-pat of prime Jason Mraz with the complex musical map-making and puffy-shirted bombast of "In the Pathways of Pythagoras"-era Dream Theater. Warning: Reading the irresistible truths in Act Two of this blog will drive you mad.Reading this first act is relatively safe though.So here we go.The Earth-2 review of "The King in Yellow" by the Dead Milkmen. Y'know, for some reason I feel like writing a super inaccurate review today. Sorry I haven't been doing the blog as much lately, I'm in the process of doing rough mixes for a TA-80 album, which has been eating up most of my free time this week.But I set aside a couple hours today, so let's finish up this Dead Milkmen section!
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