from theskyline.net
Dry Futures changes parts, tempos and timing like Girl Talk does samples, dropping snarling ear-sticking hooks in and out of the arrangement just at the moment they wet your appetite, often never to be heard again. The dedication to irregular numerology and tightness that this collection of 11 bangers exhibits would make a carpenter’s square envious. We remember once hearing about how the Guns wanted to write pop songs that were challenging and smart. This is a dumb statement because pop songs are pop songs in no small part because they are dumb and easy. That was a dumb belief because Dry Futures shows how to do just that and yet still manages to pump your cortex full of more highlights than a Timberlake album. Even when the pace slows down a bit, and you’re riding a candy-railed toboggan across a frozen lake instead of down a craggy cliff, the ice below is perilously thin, and is a boot stomp away from dumping you into a frantic lake of sharks and piss.
