Review: Guns N’ Roses “Use Your Illusion II”

Every Sunday The Hard Times likes to take a trip into its extensive music vault, pick out a classic album, and review it for a modern audience. This week we look at the Guns N’ Roses classic “Use Your Illusion II.”

When I was handed this assignment I asked my editor “will I understand ‘Use Your Illusion II’ if I haven’t listened to ‘Use Your Illusion I?’” My editor laughed and with tears in his eyes he said ‘good one, I’m going to miss this,’ and then walked back to his office, drew the curtains, made an announcement over the office intercom saying “I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.” That’s when I heard a single gunshot. I had no time to investigate–I had an assignment.

The first thing I do whenever I review an album is press play. And right from the start, I knew I was in trouble. “Use Your Illusion II” starts with a sound clip of a man talking about “a failure to communicate” and then Axl Rose starts whistling. This is when I knew I was absolutely fucked. I had no idea what was happening. I kept thinking that this must be a plotline from “Use Your Illusion I” and I’m just sitting here looking like a meatball trying to piece together this complex puzzle.

That’s when I went back to my boss to ask for help. He had locked his door and wasn’t answering no matter how loud any of us yelled. I kept thinking maybe he couldn’t hear us because that gunshot messed up his hearing. After a few hours of kicking at his door, it was time for me to go home. I didn’t sleep that night because I kept thinking about this review looming over me. I called in sick for the next four days so I could clear my head, and that’s when everything changed.

When I got back to the office it smelled like the Devil shit in his hands, put it on a George Foreman grill, and then glazed the shit with the smell of low tide in Boston harbor. I asked some of my coworkers what the smell was and they had no idea. Long story short, it turns out my boss killed himself, his decomposing corpse stunk up the joint, and I’m still forced to review an album I listened to less than 37 seconds of. If you like soundbites from old movies and whistling this album is for you.

SCORE: 1 out of 5 dead editors.

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Roommate Unboxing Realistic Replica of Valyrian Steel Sword Announces He’s Going to be Late on Rent This Month

RALEIGH, N.C. — Local “Game of Thrones” enthusiast John Linden was overjoyed as he unwrapped what he described as a “fully functional and historically accurate” blade, which immensely annoyed sources report comes at the expense of his share of the rent.

“This is an exact replica of Longclaw, that’s Jon Snow’s sword if you didn’t know,” said Linden while visibly shaking with enthusiasm. “But not only is it an exact replica, it’s also one of a kind. I had this custom made by a local blacksmith. This isn’t some factory manufactured blade we’re talking about here. Yeah, it didn’t come cheap, but some things are more precious than money. And before you even ask, no, you can’t hold it.”

Linden’s roommate Dave Trahan, who watched helplessly as Linden announced he would be late on rent while striking various poses with the sword, expressed his concern on the impact this could have on their housing situation.

“I don’t want to know what he paid for that thing, but apparently it was well over a thousand dollars and he mentioned a four year payment plan,” said Trahan. “This isn’t the first time he’s done this. Last year when he bought Anduril, which is from ‘Lord of the Rings’ or some shit, I had to dip into my savings to cover rent. It took him six months to pay me back. I don’t have that kind of money this year, so he’s on his own. If I get evicted over a sword, it’s going to be hard not to use it on him.”

Upon seeing pictures of the sword on Linden’s “Game of Thrones” fan blog, revered author of the series George R.R. Martin also criticized Linden’s decision to purchase it.

“That looks nothing like Longclaw. To be fair, you can’t expect him to know what it looked like in my imagination, but it doesn’t even look like how it did in the show,” said Martin. “The hilt is all wrong, and it looks way too heavy. There’s no way you could take down a White Walker with this thing. What do you even do with it, just hang it on your wall? Sounds like he may not even have a wall to hang it on soon.”

At press time, Linden was seen recording a video featuring his new toy for his YouTube channel, while Trahan was frantically searching for studio apartments on Craigslist.

Oh You’re a Funeral for a Friend Fan? Name Three Friends You Buried

Buying that Funeral For a Friend hoodie are ya? But did you come to this show as some casual bandwagoner or do you truly appreciate them because you also know loss? Go ahead kid, name three of your friends whose lives were tragically cut short. Feel free to get descriptive. I call posers out a lot and I’m weirdly into hearing about and sharing my own experiences with grief.

Even if you’ve lost a friend or two, were they really your friends? Or were they acquaintances who all of a sudden became your friends after they died? Maybe you go to the funeral because you like the attention that comes with grieving. Or maybe you’re like me and you secretly don’t mind funerals because it’s the one place you’re actually allowed to weep openly in front of other men.

If you’re such a die-hard fan of FFAF, you would’ve found them by kneeling over your friend’s open casket and googling “funeral for a friend music” to help you in your time of need. But no, they probably came up on a Spotify playlist. Pitiful.

And, okay, so most of their songs aren’t about losing a friend but you’d get a lot more out of them if you’ve been to as many funerals as I have. I don’t wanna brag or nothin’ but I’ve lost a lot of friends. And, no big deal, a few cousins too.

So keep rockin’ that hoodie. Advertise your fandom. But I bet you didn’t know that they’re from Wales. Or that they got their name from a song by the band “Planes Mistaken For Stars” and that the loss of a friend didn’t actually inspire the band name. Man, the world really is full of posers.

Barrel Shortage Forces Craft Breweries to Use Actual Tables

PORTLAND, Ore. — Breweries across the Pacific Northwest are faced with barrel supply chain issues forcing them to utilize a piece of furniture known as a “table,” confused sources confirmed.

“Our barrels have to be replaced every couple of months because, believe it or not, decorative barrels aren’t a sturdy product. But now with these supply issues, we’ve been forced to switch back to pedestrian tables like some sort of low-rate Italian restaurant,” said Irvin Samuels, owner of the brewery Military Industrial Hop-plex. “I tried to keep a similar vibe by throwing a big piece of plywood over some saw horses, but it’s just not the same. Every time I look at those four-legged abominations I break down in tears… because without inconvenient thematic seating, we’re just a taproom.”

Patrons at Samuels’ brewery also seemed deeply upset by this harrowing situation.

“Between the Edison bulbs, tulip glasses, and those 30 taps, I thought I was at a craft brewery,” said Michael Carmel, a customer who inexplicably brought his three children with him to have a beer. “But it can’t be, because I tried to put my drink down and I couldn’t find a single barrel to set it on! Luckily I didn’t wind up having to sit and stop for a second anyway, because I thought my youngest was going to throw something at me, but he was just taking his pants off.”

Industry expert Anderson Maytag is sounding the alarm that this could spell the end for the craft beer industry.

“Barrels may not seem like a big deal to some, but they represent the very innovation that swanky, overpriced micro-breweries are known for,” said Maytag. “We went from tables to barrels, IPAs to double IPAs, double IPAs to triple IPAs. Moving back to tables stifles that sort of outside-the-box thinking. Now we may never have a brewer creative enough to take us from triple IPAs to quadruple IPAs. Yeah sure, the environment is important, but do you really want to live in a world where we may never see a septuple IPA? That’s the bleak future that keeps me up at night.”

At press time, Samuels decided that his only option was to abandon his brewing business and convert the space into a table-themed cocktail bar.

6 Shoegaze Albums That Are Better Than Sex, I Assume

Once you’ve been inside the proverbial “Cathedral of Sound” that characterizes the Shoegaze genre, life is never quite the same again. It’s better than sex, or what I figure sex must feel like.Besides, for the thousands of Shoegaze fans that “”fell through the sex-tree without hitting a single branch”, the sensuous, throbbing, euphoric sounds of My Bloody Valentine, Ride, and Slowdive are all we need.

Here are 6 iconic Shoegaze albums that provide all of the tension, release, climax, and afterglow without any of that “engaging in the quintessential human activity” nonsense.

My Bloody Valentine: “Loveless” (1991)

Simultaneously the archetypal Shoegaze album and somehow also its own separate genre, “Loveless” proved that standing still and looking down at a bank of guitar pedals did not preclude a band from creating vast, palpitating sonic landscapes. In many ways, “Loveless” is actually the epitome of sex music: surging, undulating swells of sound that could have perfectly soundtracked two bodies writhing in an orgiastic symphony of pleasure – but in my case, didn’t.

Lush: “Split” (1994)

The vocals of Lush’s Miki Berenyi and Emma Anderson are often described as “angelic”, but this is selling them rather short. In comparison to the pair’s transcendent harmonizing on tracks like “Undertow” and “Light From a Dead Star”, the average angel sounds like Tom Waits vomiting into a tuba. Adding these divine vocals to that 90’s cathedral of sound took my impressionable teenage heart and whipped it up into a quasi-religious fervor. God forbid in those days if you had tried to tell me how sexy Miki and Emma were – I was such an earnest little zealot that I would’ve thrown holy water at you and then fainted into a pile of cushions.

Ulrich Schnauss – “A Strangely Isolated Place” (2003)

Despite stubbornly refusing to give himself a spicier stage name – perhaps Druggi Sexxx, or Ricky Penis – German synth wizard Ulrich Schnauss is nonetheless capable of some pretty heady moments, not least the pulsating wonder that is “On My Own”. Without a rock band structure, the Shoegaze classification is superficially not so obvious, but “A Strangely Isolated Place” is certainly steeped in the oeuvres of My Bloody Valentine and Slowdive. And whilst subsequent albums continued to build his decently-sized fanbase, we are left to ponder what heights he might have scaled had he ditched his accountant-sounding name and called himself Das Fück Maschine instead.

Curve: “Doppelgänger” (1992)

Make no mistake – whatever the fate of their fans, all the bands on this list definitely fucked. Curve in particular had the swagger of a band that got theirs whenever they wanted, probably somewhere in between inventing the template for Garbage and stealing Ride’s lunch money. The still-astonishing “Horror Head” is emblematic of their approach, pairing tempestuous Shoegazey guitars with a thrilling, punishing rhythm section. However, given vocalist Toni Halliday’s preference for sending icy glares directly into your soul rather than sheepish glances down at her feet, the purist in me must deem that Curve are in fact only a pseudo-Shoegaze band. (Incidentally, using this opinion as a pick-up line at Curve shows ensured that I always went home with my “purist” status intact).

Asobi Seksu – “Citrus” (2006)

As we headed into a new decade, a new crop of bands influenced by 90’s Shoegaze emerged – and with them a loosening of the sexual dogma. To my horror, it started to become culturally acceptable for dorky, reverb-loving virgins to find and hook up with each other – encouraged by the connective power of the internet, and the sunny, sexy take on Shoegaze exemplified by bands like Asobi Seksu. But could those second-wave fans really have been appreciating the nuanced brilliance of songs like “Thursday” and “New Years” with their senses dulled by sexual satisfaction? True shoegaze fans with their “still mint in the box” genitals are unanimous in concluding “no”.

Serena-Maneesh – “Serena-Maneesh” (2005)

So, in this new landscape where Shoegaze fans are allowed to bang each other, what happens if you find yourself staring down the barrel of a sure thing, drawing ever closer to “putting the nine-volt in the Big Muff” with a winsome Nu-Gaze hottie? If you need to put the brakes on fast, you could do worse than an impromptu analysis of this unclassifiable classic from Norwegian band Serena-Maneesh. Sure, the sounds are pretty sexy – but it’s also brimming with opportunities for blasphemous hot takes that will send your suitor packing. Try telling them that the tiny section of “Sapphire Eyes” between 3.26 and 3.55 is a better My Bloody Valentine song than anything on My Bloody Valentine’s 2013 comeback album, and watch them run for the hills! (You have my personal guarantee that this will work.)

Landlord Paints Over Sleeping Child

PITTSBURGH — Local tenant Bob Kasah was shocked to find his child was painted over in his sleep by his completely spatially and situationally unaware landlord, neighboring sources with beige carpeting confirmed.

“I just don’t know how a mistake like this is made. At least take the time to tape over the kid before you start painting,” Kasah said as he gave his two year old another diluted turpentine bath. “My nine year old is just finally looking normal after being power-washed while playing solitaire on the deck six months ago. His eyebrows finally grew back in, and now this. I’m willing to forgive all of the random holes drilled into the crown molding for no fucking reason, but assaulting a sleeping toddler with a commercial paint roller is absolutely unacceptable.”

Kasah’s landlord Brett Lapelusa denies such claims, stating that his tenant had plenty of time to prepare for the scheduled maintenance.

“I told him that we were going to paint the second bedroom between the end of next week and December, which gave Bob plenty of time to adjust nap schedules and move furniture,” said Lapelusa while walking into the neighboring apartment with a tank of off-brand toxic bug spray. “If they don’t want their kids painted over, along with their old photo albums and family quilt, then they shouldn’t have been within eight feet of any of the walls.”

Local property management expert Aubrey Long weighed in on the controversy.

“From a business perspective, a good tenant is worth their weight in gold, but good landlords simply don’t exist,” said Long. “Mr. Kasah has every right to be upset, but he needs to know that his landlord is only legally obligated to give a half-hearted apology. Incidents like this will happen again, and an ‘I’m sorry you feel that way’ is the most a tenant should expect. Flippant incidents of wanton personal property destruction will be plenty. It’s all explained in the Certified Apartment Management training.”

At press time, Kasah was seen trying to file a renter’s insurance claim for the missing foundation to his tool shed that Lapelusa was “borrowing.”

We Look Back on Portishead Because There’s a Lot of Hot Women in Their 40s on Tinder Now

Who could forget the sultry trip-hop of Portishead? The answer is me, and most men under the age of 30, but it’s time to change that.

Portishead is an accomplished and highly influential group whose work paved the way for a wider acceptance of genre bending in alternative music. Also, there are some absolute MILFS on tinder right now, and I need an in.

Let’s take a look at the Portishead discography and hopefully generate a few conversation starters for all the tatted, 40+ smoke-shows in my area who, frankly, intimidate me!

Dummy (1994)
Wow, THIS is Portishead? Damn, this music is sexy as fuck! I mean it’s like, hypnotic. I’m actually tempted to just chill out and give this a deep earnest listen but no, gotta stay focused. Let’s go through the track list and see if it lends itself to any slick pickup lines.

“Sour Times”
“Hey there, you know I love Portishead as much as the next guy, but there’s nothing Sour about the Times we would have together!”
Okay not bad but kind of a big swing..

“Strangers”
“Hi there Stranger(s, like that Portishead song, are you into them? Also would you ever date a younger man?)
Both contrived and a little too on the nose, but hey, no bad ideas in a brainstorm right?

“Roads”
“Don’t you love that song “Roads” by Portishead? By the way, I’m totally cool with you having kids!
Yeah okay, I see it, these are getting worse.

“Glory Box”
Alright, let’s avoid the obvious and go for the high road here.
“Girl, you don’t need to give me a reason to love you cause your pics are 🔥🔥🔥”
Nailed it. Nope, she blocked me. Okay, maybe a little strong. Next album!

Portishead (1997)

“Cowboys”
“Today could be the grandest day, is you have coffee with me!”

“Only You”
“These crimes of illusion, like age being anything other than just a number, are fooling us all!”

Wow I am striking out left and right here. Next album!

Roseland NYC Live
Holy fuck this album is AMAZING! Unfortunately, it’s a live album with no original tracks so it doesn’t inspire any more pickup lines, except maybe…

“Sup girl, you be the Portishead, I’ll be the New York Philharmonic, let’s make beautiful music together 😉”
Nope, blocked again. Shit. Next album.

Third (2008)
Wait, 2008? We don’t need this one.

How Meditating Each Day Helped Me Forget About My Toxic Behavior

Before I started practicing meditation, the stresses of the world got to me. The global pandemic, crippling inflation, and of course the repercussions of my toxic behavior all weighed heavily on me.

Since I’ve been ‘balancing my chi’ on the reg, I’m a whole new person. I’ve been able to disregard the fears associated with a fake disease, I stopped caring about a conflict that doesn’t affect me, I only pay for what I don’t shoplift.

Most importantly I just don’t give a rat’s ass anymore that some co-workers, family members, and every person I’ve ever dated find my personality poisonous. That’s their journey, mine is exploiting them.

Thank you meditation!

I’ve always heard that mindfulness is great for your mental well-being, but I truly underestimated how much benefit it could actually have. Before Deepak Chopra took me on his ‘Soul of Healing’ journey I used to wonder why all my colleagues got quiet when I entered the room, and what HR meant by “a documented pattern of intimidation, manipulation, and general toxicity.”

When they ordered me to take a stress management seminar I was outraged, and vowed to hatch a plan that would get everyone in HR fired. Turns out it was a blessing in disguise, and thanks to the mental clarity meditation has given me, my plan to get everyone in HR fired is not only ahead of schedule, but I’m also brainstorming ways to go after their families.

All my troubles vanished after I dedicated myself to my mind, body, and spirit. I was able to quiet the voice in my head saying that I’m a problematic piece of shit that needs to atone for his behavior or he’s gonna lose his job and die alone. Nobody needs that.

Meditation has also been a Godsend in my personal life. I used to worry that acting like an asshole to family, friends, and neighbors was the reason I’d sit alone in the garage drinking, while everyone avoided me like I was some kind of monster. Now, I’m drinking alone in the garage cultivating mindfulness.

Since I’ve gained a better understanding of my true inner essence, I’ve been able to take those ugly feelings about myself and just ignore them, because I am just as nature, in all its wonderful divinity, intended — a perfect being. And if Gary next door doesn’t like the way I make kissing sounds at his wife when she jogs by, that’s his problem.

Now get the fuck out of my office, you’re cutting into my daily loving-kindness breathing affirmations!

Ska Band Suddenly Realizes No One Forcing Them to Dress Like That

FORT MYERS, Fla. — Members of the ska group Ship Shank Shunk came to the startling realization that they were under no obligation to dress in the typical fashion as they have for decades, relieved loved ones reported.

“Last weekend, I reached into my closet and accidentally grabbed a plain, black t-shirt in my proper size of medium,” recalled trombonist Clark Thanovitch, whose baggy bowling shirt collection is reviled by many in the Fort Myers community. “I put it on and it looked good–like, real good. Why have I been wearing XXL striped work shirts? They made me look like a substitute teacher with a drinking problem. Then I realized I could dress in normal clothes that fit. My bandmates were stunned too. We have donated over 20 goofy hats and unnecessary suit vests to Goodwill.”

Fans of Ship Shank Shunk reacted with confusion and denial at the band’s change in image.

“Ska already gets a bad rap by the rest of the world, but it feels like Ship Shank Shunk is shitting all over it from within by rejecting the sacred tenets of ska, like wearing ill-fitting fedoras and sunglasses indoors,” said a distraught Kira Langen, prominent member of the Fort Myers ska scene. “And they’re still playing the same major key, upstroke-filled happy music. I’m pretty sure it’s cultural appropriation to do that if you’re not going to dress like a pro bowler.”

Local thrift store proprietors expressed some degree of worry with this newfound cultural shift.

“Goddamnit, I’m never going to sell all these unflattering plaid pants,” exclaimed Betsy Rance, owner of Second Run Thrift Shoppe. “Those musicians were the only ones to come in and pay a pretty penny for otherwise unsellable, hideous items. Pointy black-and-white dress shoes, giant belt buckles, platform shoes with flames on the side, and the worst bowties you can possibly imagine are about to start collecting major dust around here. Fuck me.”

The future of Ship Shank Shunk is in jeopardy after the core members also started to realize that no laws require they include horn parts in their songs.

Mother Trying to Connect With Juggalo Son Buys Him Big Red Nose, Size 25 Shoes

DETROIT — Local mother Sheryl Carter purchased her 30-year-old Juggalo son a big red clown nose and a pair of cartoonishly large shoes in a desperate bid to finally connect as a family, confirmed multiple sources.

“I thought this would surely work, I mean he and his friends love all that clown stuff, but every time I try to reach out like this he just tells me I’m a dumb bitch and sprays Faygo into my face,” said Mrs. Carter. “I’ve done everything I can think of, but it all seems to further enrage him and bring on even more intense Faygo-based punishments. He kept going on and on about wanting to attend some gathering of all these clowns, so I saved up my money and blindfolded him and drove him there, he seemed really excited before I dropped him off and left, but when he finally got back from Clown College two weeks later he didn’t speak to me for months.”

Carter’s son Jonathan insists this is just another example of his parents not understanding his lifestyle.

“No matter how many times I explain, she doesn’t understand that I am only interested in insane clowns, like the ones that snort coke off of people’s asses and talk about murdering each other with hatchets, not the lame clowns that are all about useless things like sparking laughter and joy in the hearts and minds of children,” said the devoted Juggalo. “I was stoked when she told me she pulled some strings so I could meet Shaggy, but I just wound up in a room with a college kid in a Scooby Doo costume. She also got me a Cameo of the guy who sang “It Wasn’t Me” dressed as Bozo, which had to have cost her a shitload of money.”

The Insane Clown Posse themselves have spoken up about this issue, revealing some shocking information.

“Yo, we straight up love normal clowns though, they fly as fuck. Goofy ass motherfuckers always spraying people with seltzer, that’s funny as fuck,” said Shaggy 2 Dope. “The whole ‘insane clown’ kind of just got away from us, for years we have been trying to reel it back towards normal clownhood to no avail. Every time we take one gigantic shoe’d step forward, we wind up taking two unicycle rides backward.”

It has been said by neighbors that this isn’t the first time Sheryl Carter has made this type of mistake with her children, as she once purchased Emo Phillips Greatest Hits for her daughter who had initially requested a My Chemical Romance record for Christmas.

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