Fu Manchu - Signs of Infinite Power, 2009

After hesitating for several days about this review, and having spent the last few years following other bands, I wanted to give this record a chance. Fu Manchu, in my mind, was once one of the most interesting stoner rock bands out there. Vital and raw, Brant Bjork's drumming set off an elaborate, gain fueled metal experience that spoke to the depths of my spirit. The spirit that craved this uncooked, unbridled rock and roll. But, now, I find myself wishing this record were over. Hooks that fall flat, solos that feel weak and uninspired, and, man, the lyrics are like a preteen describing his favorite comic book. Not that they ever expressed the depths of man's ennui, but honestly, what happened, Fu Manchu? I still listen to everything they put out for Mammoth (except 2000's King of the Road, I didn't like that one either) and Man's Ruin, especially the Godzilla's (Eatin' Dust) ep, but this record will never make it in my collection or my consciousness. It's a sad reflection of a good band falling apart in the wake of a promising career. Bands do fall apart, but the good ones know when to quit. Disappointment. That's what I feel right now.