Monkey Diaries Archive

Here's my latest review on BlogCritics.com, a thoughtprovoking journey of discovery through the morass of musical mayhem that is the bald one, Sinead O'Connor. I'm not a big fan of going to the dentist. In fact, I would have to say that if I were to write down a list of everything I'd rather do before going to the dentist, you'd find 99 other things before you chanced upon number 100 which would be having all my skin peeled off with a cheese grater and then being submerged in a vat of rubbing alcohol. But every single one of those things, including going to the dentist, would be preferable to listening to Sinead O'Connor's upcoming release again. While I could point out the usual drivel about how she is an underrated singer, I won't. She screams. She whines. She pushes the boundary of what could be mistaken for talent (almost as much as some of the early contestants of American Idol did this past summer). Appropriately titled, Sean-Nos Nua, O'Connor's latest effort is about as unintelligible as the title suggests. Granted, I'm not Irish so perhaps I don't have the right background to appreciate her vocal styling (or perhaps the fact that I have ears precludes me from enjoying this album, I don't know) but I can say, I didn't like it. At all. Not even the empty spaces between songs which made my ears bleed. For those of you interested, the album will be released to the masses on October 8, 2002 unless my guess that this caterwauling new record is indeed the portent of the coming apocalypse is correct. In which case, I'll see you all in hell. Track list 1. Peggy Gordon 2. Her Mantle So Green 3. Lord Franklin 4. The Singing Bird 5. Óró, Sé Do Bheatha ‘Bhaile 6. Molly Malone 7. Paddy’s Lament 8. The Moorlough Shore 9. The Parting Glass 10. Báidín Fheilimí 11. My Lagan Love 12. Lord Baker (with Christy Moore) 13. I’ll Tell me Ma