Wait, sorry. Let's try that again.
That's better.
Jesus Christ. Here we go - Billy Corgan is at work with a James-less, D'arcy-less and even fucking Jimmy-less lineup of the Smashing Pumpkins. It gets worse - this lineup is working on a FORTY-FOUR (read: FORTY-FOUR) track album (which will also be split into four 11-track EPs) entitled Teargarden by Kaliedyscope.
Umm...what?
Let's get this out of the way first, Billy. STILL writing and recording under the name of the Pumpkins is fucked. You might think it was all about you, but that classic lineup was something special. It's not fair on anyone, especially you.
Now, let's move onto the song itself.
After the first listen, you're going to feel as if this was a practical joke. What the hell is this? Essentially, we've got ourselves a Stairway wannabe with a wankish guitar solo, gratuitous layering and terrible lyrics (Corgan spends most of the time talking about who the song is for rather than what the song is actually about). His vocals are also hollow and highly nasal, drawling away in the corner of the mix. I have no idea where the band think they're going with this, but so far it's not looking good at all.
FINAL RATING (/10): 3
The Smashing Pumpkins are dead. Or, at the very least, they're on their deathbed. Pay your respects and go listen to Mellon Collie.
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