Scientist – 10100II00101

Recently I haven’t had much willpower to do any reviews of new bands. I’ve been too busy embracing Mories from Gnaw Their Tongues, Cloak of Altering, and Aderlating among many other bands as my God. Somehow he keeps churning out great releases like his split with Dragged Into Sunlight and Cloak of Altering’s latest release, Manifestation As far as I am concerned, he can do no wrong. He could record himself shitting in a fake potted plant while singing along to Carly Rae Jepsen and I’d still buy the vinyl and I don’t even own anything that could play a vinyl. This leads into this review of Scientist’s 10100II00101, a sort of a super album with contributions in one way or another from bands such as Yakuza, Corrections House, The Atlas Moth, Taken By The Sun, Eyehategod, and a few others. Genre-wise, there is no solid way of describing it; you get a little bit of everything – kind of like a supreme pizza. A supreme Chicago-style pizza (because they’re all from Chicago). And if you’re a sane, rational person, you fucking love pizza. I love pizza. I just ate a Digiorno cheese-stuffed supreme pizza with a bit of ranch last night while fingering my belly button and rewatching Naruto Shippuden episodes because that is the type of person I am. In fact, I dropped a bit of sausage and caught it between my meaty thighs and still fucking ate it. But you know what? I wouldn’t order this pizza again despite the superiority of Chicago-style pizzas over any other kind of pizza (fuck you New York).


Back in my youth when I played football, we were treated to some pizza at the end of our season. I was so excited for pizza and treats and such and to hang out with my teammates and reminisce over the season like a bunch of retired old boys. What was to become a good day soon turned into disappointment that still haunts me. The moms in charge of the catastrophe got our pizza from this local joint called Jimmy’s Pizza. What a generic fucking name for a pizza place. Generic name = generic fucking pizza. This pizza was so sad. I used to average out 5 slices on a large in high school but this… I couldn’t do even one. It tasted like they took the cardboard from out back – you know, like the thick kind they transport meats in, and covered it in dollar store ingredients, and pretended like it was quality pizza in some make-believe fantasy world and sent it off to the customer. You know when kids play pretend house and try to make food for their parents and it ends up being absolutely fucking worthless and you’re ashamed of the kid and want to beat them? That’s Jimmy’s Pizza.


When I listen to 10100II00101, I have flashbacks of Jimmy’s Pizza. For having all these contributions of bands that are great, I don’t know what went wrong. It is just a supremely (pizza reference) boring album. As far as experimental goes, I’m not quite sure how other than no real, defined genre label. Apparently their self-titled before 10100II00101, was critically acclaimed. I had to check it out just out of morbid curiosity and, by God, it is a good fucking album. A lot more variety and surprises and it just sounds better. There was even a metal saxophone in a song. I love saxophones. You should love saxophones. You shouldn’t love 10100II00101 though. I’m also really confused as to what the actual title is. On their Bandcamp it’s “1010II0101” but on the album cover “10100II00101”. If you convert binary into text, you get nothing unless you take the two II’s in the middle as 1s but then you get +P. What is that? What do you want from me? Clearly not a good review from a kid doing this in his underwear at 4:30 in the afternoon. Agh. Ugh. Nightmares. Sweating through the sheets. Cold toes. Can’t wear socks to bed. PTSD. Jimmy’s…Pizza. 10100II00101 (1010II0101?). Why did it have to come to this? Your self-titled showed so much potential. I don’t enjoy doing negative reviews. I like crying during my reviews. Being mean isn’t fun (unless some trash talking cunt in Hearthstone gets facefucked). But I can’t excuse this.


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Written by Cole Olson

Scientist: 10100II00101
Hell Comes Home Records
1.5 / 5