Pink (CD)
RECOMMENDED! Boris continues its remarkable evolution from primordial doomsayers to psych-metal alchemists with Pink, an extraordinarily visceral record that epitomizes the art and allure of utter chaos. In some respects, it's the trio's most structured record, complete with more conventional song lengths and taut, direct melodies -- in other respects it's their most challenging and complex, building layer upon layer of elemental noise to achieve an almost fearsome power that both requires and rewards deep listening. - All Music Guide
| Tracklisting | |
| Disk | 1 | |
| 1 | (Parting) |
| 2 | Pink |
| 3 | (The Woman On The Screen) |
| 4 | (It's No Different, Regardless) |
| 5 | (Blackout) |
| 6 | Electric |
| 7 | (Fake Food) |
| 8 | (Painted With Flame) |
| 9 | (Six To Three) |
| 10 | My Machine |
| 11 | (When We're Gone) |
| Justin Collins
- Natick, MA, US |
| On first listen, I liked what I heard on this album. Various tracks pleasantly reminded me of Jesu, early Black Sabbath, with some Dino Jr.-style guitar freakouts mixed in for good measure. But unlike the Allmusic reviewer, I didn't find much to latch on to with repeated listens. The band is skilled, without question, but to my ears, this album lacks the coherent and clear vision that other bands like Jesu, Explosions in the Sky, Pelican, and Mono have. A good listen, but as a whole it borders on forgettable, and it's probably not going to get picked off my shelf very often. | |
| Chris W.
- Baltimore, MD, USA |
| It's a shame that Boris delivered one of their worst albums (not counting collaborations/soundtracks) right as their US popularity was cresting. The first track is a bit of a departure for them as they tread into kind of dreamy shoegaze territory, but the execution feels amateurish. The same could be said for the rest of the record: there's a bunch of blown-out heavy psych stompers, which is great when done well but not very engaging here. Boris's execution just feels rote and uninspired, and the songwriting is really lacking this time around. They've got the swagger, the moves, the posturing, and they sound appropriately scuzzy, but there aren't many decent tunes to be found here, and virtually no dynamics. This style worked on Akuma No Uta when they threw the scuzz-rock in the mix with ambient guitar drone and spacey psych-rock epics, but on Pink they trot out one mediocre blown-out garage rocker after another, and the result is an amorphous blob of messy psych; I can't think of a single notable track after the first. Unfortunately this casts even some of their old records in a worse light, as my suspicions about even their best records, namely that they were content to be students of many styles but masters of none, are more or less confirmed with this album.
Nevertheless, if you're looking to get into Boris, they have a bunch of pretty great records in Feedbacker, Amplifier Worship, Akuma No Uta, Absolutego, and the import-only Flood. This band was worth the hype at one point, but this curiously-lauded album will probably disappoint neophytes wondering what all the fuss is about. | |
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