The Dread Pro-Se Kimberlin tries to claim that my 21 codefendants and I did all sorts of mean things to him to ruin his business. This is from paragraph 265 of his second amended complaint in the Kimberlin v. The Universe, et al. RICO Madness.
Now, it is true that I have written a negative review of his musicianship.
Review: “Nothing Else” by Epoxy (#BrettKimberlin)
Originally posted on 17 July, 2012
Back in 2002, Brett Kimberlin fronted a band named Epoxy and released a CD called Nothing Else. The story he spun promoting the album was that it contained songs that he had written while he was being held as a political prisoner in the federal prison system.
The band consisted of Brett Kimberlin on guitar and vocals, Wade Matthews on Bass, and Robbie White on Drums. The genre of the album is someplace between grunge and punk, neither of which are among my favorite musical forms.
Let me first comment on Mr. Kimberlin’s voice. I had heard his speaking voice in court, and I understand why some people refer to it as whinny. His singing voice reminds me of the silly voice that Weird Al uses on tracks such as Eat It. Mrs. Hoge, who listened through the CD with me, said, “Eddie Haskell.” On most of the tracks his voice was off key, usually flat.
Most of the songs could have been filler tracks on a generic grunge album. Some of the alienation in them seems to be more appropriate for a 17 year old, not someone 30 years older. Mr. Kimberlin was in his late 40s when the recording was made. However, three of the songs stood out. Vicegrip was actually interesting musically. Donuts had clever lyrics. It’s about lousy prison food and would probably get a nod of approval from G. Gordon Liddy.
Then there’s the last cut Keyhole. It was outstandingly bad. Mrs. Hoge and I met while we were in the music business, and during her career as a recording engineer, she recorded more gold and platinum records than I did. Her comment was, “If you’re gonna mike a guitar that close, you should use a better guitar and make sure it’s in tune. And get a better guitar player.”
While he didn’t do especially well with the acoustic guitar on Keyhole, Brett Kimberlin is actually a reasonably good guitarist. He probably couldn’t cut it in Nashville or LA, but could make a living in a minor market (such as Seattle) or playing the Holiday Inn circuit. Indeed, the world would be a better place if he did ignore the usual advice and give up his day job.
Nothing Else by Epoxy (Pollen Records, $16.04 from Amazon) is interesting because of who recorded it, but I can’t honestly recommend it for the musical experience it offers.
The CD is no longer reliably available on Amazon.
I want to ask TDPK why he didn’t include this review in his Complaint. No accounting for taste, but this is about as solid as a review gets.
John might have a counterclaim for torturous interference with his eardrums.
About torture. After reading your own blog post reviewing some of his op-critical videos, I picked “Exile” as one of the ones less offensive to the ears, because I’d hate to be guilty of unfairly picking on only the works I liked the least. I felt it warranted a short review of my own on JTMP’s youtube channel, video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2yOzV0BPMs
Dammit, you beat me to the punch. I was going to ask if it was no longer on Amazon because of too many complaints for intentional inflection of emotional distress by the listeners.
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You should have requested a review copy of the album with Teen Dream in it with disclosure
He also spelled his own organization’s name wrong “Justice Trough Music” (Through??)
“Trough music”, however, seems particularly apropos…
Has anyone tried playing it to pigs while they are being slopped?
Why do you hate pigs?
I don’t; they are delicious!
That would sour the bacon.
If you knew nothing else about him, his music is how you know for sure he’s mentally ill/personality disordered. The singing is so stunningly Leonard Pinth Garnell depth unbearable. He’s the worst thing about everything he makes.
“There now – that wasn’t so very good, was it?”
Lol.
And that’s saying something.
Once the trite and affected self-serious intro ends, see if you can make it through a single bar of his lead vocal in “Fear Not” ( I won’t, nary a day) without pain reflex and laughter.
You did do something VERY mean: you told truths about him.
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