Dr. Acula’s The Social Event of the Century clocks in at about 26 minutes, which is good because the record sounds like it only took about 15 minutes to make. Comprised largely of monotonous grind sessions, audio clips from Family Guy and other TV shows, and a lot of infantile lyrics, the record is a disappointment.
Make no mistake about it, The Social Event of the Century will strike a lot of Hot Topic kids as brilliant shit. Others, like those who no longer consider a bizarre out-of-context series of profanity-laced clips all that interesting, might be left out of the party metalcore/grindcore/deathcore/whatevercore the septet is constructing.
The band will obviously have its fans, as any musical artist does, and this release will satisfy their lower standards. It's the perfect soundtrack for taking mirror self-shots from high angles.
For the rest of us, however, something more substantial is essential. The sort of cyclic growl-and-shriek vocals and routine song construction gets tiring almost immediately and it’s hard to want to dedicate another 25:30 to this sort of thing.
Lyrically, vocalists Tyler and Casey tear through gripping topics like weed, girls on the internet, and how cool it is to smoke weed on the internet. The longest cut on the record clocks in at 4:20 in case you didn’t get the joke. And in case you still don’t get it, the record was released on April 20. Har-har-har.
“The Music Video Game Olympics” contains a line that is perhaps so apt as to be unintentional. “Someone should pay me fore (sic?) my lack of real activity,” the vocalist shrieks over spiraling guitar.
Of course, The Social Event of the Century is designed to be a party record and, yeah, we really aren’t supposed to think about this sort of thing too much. I get that, I really do. But parties are supposed to be, like, fun and Dr. Acula’s latest is about as fun as a root canal delivered by a blind guy.
The continual, unrelenting, “we get it already” drilling and grinding is wasteful and asinine and glaringly dull because it doesn’t honestly matter.
Song titles like “Cockoff!” and “Is this a party or a dick-measuring contest?” tell you about all you need to know. That the band actually attempts some resemblance of essence in the heart of a song that concludes with a “Tits! Tits! Tits!” chant is a testimony to the idiocy of this music.
At the end of the day, a lot of people might like Dr. Acula’s shit. I know I don’t. The Social Event of the Century is one I can well afford to miss, thank you very much.