disturbing disturbed

Good evening ladies and gents... this midnight hour brings I, Ti... i mean Rupert, back to the glowing square that has a plastic rodent connected to it. As promised I am here to deliver a music review with a movie review to boot. Princess peach, Chloe, Mr. Rapt, by now you must be on the edge of your seat... so that you can shut the computer off and do something else. To start off, Disturbed, for those of you who dont know, is a modern acid rock band who loves to scream. But not scream so much so that you can't still make out the bitter lyrics of anger, hate, and anguish. In short, Disturbed is well...(you knew it was coming)...disturbing. Disturbing isn't necessarily a bad thing however if you've had a day from hell and a boss from the somplace your day is. Their first CD: Down With the Sickness was well sung, had errie/atmospheric background music, and featured a remix of the 80's classic: Shout as well as various threats on his mother's life. (what more could you ask for) Their newest release: Ten Thousand Fists on the other hand was just lame. Upon tearing open the gift Christmas day and popping it into the CD player, I expected more dark creativity as opposed to offkey vocals and repetitive instumental. This didn't entirely surprise me however due to the fact that David Draiman blew out his vocal chords in a Canadian concert shortly after releasing his first CD. The psycho fucked himself up so bad he had to take speach therapy. Never been quite the same since. In truth, a cat in heat yowling to an accompaniment of nails on chalkboard would have done more for me. Even if you've never heard of disturbed or find their music to be too much, anyone who has loved a band's first album only to have their dreams crushed by the second or third album will be able to relate.(ahem* Chloe). Unfortunately, I will have to compose a more coherant blog later as my face is slumped on the screen and I am drooling on the keyboard.

-Timothy

P.S. What does P.S. mean exactly?