There are times on Of Montreal’s album Paralytic Stalks in which the sonic assault is so unabashedly irritating that you pray desperately for those few moments of catchy bliss. Unfortunately, Paralytic Stalks is not only the band's most bitter record of late, but it is also its most experimental. Kevin Barnes still produces awesome lyrics like, “Once more I turn to my crotch for counsel and it won’t disappoint me.” But, unlike past records, he dwells on frustratingly cryptic topics of psychosis and loss with the musical dissonances to match. The few decent cuts don't make up for the unlistenable “Exorcismic Breeding Knife” and others that ultimately make this record an irritating listen.
Review: Paralytic Stalks - of Montreal
