I don't know what it is about Ex Lives. Whenever I'm about to listen to it, I think I'm going to hate it. Something about it leaves an unpleasant aftertaste. (Perhaps it's the album's smug self-aware Southern rock artiface.) That said, as soon as Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space starts, the album wins me back again. Such is its surprising and demented power.
The Dew-Scented album is unequivocally great. It rages from start to finish. But there are no surprises to it. By comparison, the Every Time I Die is a long line of sucker punches. It keeps you off your balance, and as a result it pretty much does this to Dew-Scented.
Brutal! But will Every Time I Die have what it takes to defeat As I Lay Dying? We'll find out next week.
Tomorrow: The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza takes on Old Man Gloom. That's gonna be pretty angry, I tell you what.