Unconventional? Sure. Enjoyable? Hardly. Rattle’s self-titled album misses the mark, showing little musical proficiency and lacks key points of a quality album. Unconventional songwriting has started genres and led to some of the greatest songs written, but Rattle’s uniqueness catches itself quickly due to poorly written ideas and repetitiveness.

The album’s opener “Trainer (Get You)” displays perfectly what the rest of the album is like: under par. The first one and a half minutes of this piece encompass solely drums, slowly getting the hang of a beat, adding layers, and ditching them for another beat seconds later. The added lyrics only tank this opener further, sounding less like a melodic voice over drums and more like a high pitched Kurt Cobain having little care of how the words sound. Even the harmonies near the close of this opener cannot save its horrid taste.

“Click” also rises as one of the worst tracks on this album. Covering a cowbell and drum beat is an out-of-tune voice singing the same monotonous rhythm over and over, until adding another voice, doing the same rhythm, at the three minute mark. Four minutes of the same thing is never a good thing. “Click” is no exception.

“Boom” finds itself in the same configuration as “Click.” The sole difference is that “Boom” has a better, more jungle-themed beat to it.

“True Picture” finds itself on my hit list for several reasons. Treacherous vocals and bad volume mixing are the worst offenders. The song starts with high pitched vocals that are hardly heard over the gargantuan crashes of percussive equipment.

 
This album was a crime to ears. Let my suffering be your warning. This horrendous album showcases the limit of unconventionality — it surpasses those limits by a mile — becoming just a bad, underdeveloped album.