There was a moment on this album, on the track "Do It All Over Again" to be exact, where I felt like the band Rehab had come out of the closet as a band that didn't ride cliches and actually had something to contribute.
Jun Kung, while being a guy in another country with a room full of instrumentation and a killer fucking voice, put together a fucking sick ass self produced fucking jam of an album. This shit is like Justin Timberlake sat in a room with a bottle of bourbon and just decided to play every fucking instrument, including sick shit ass guitar riffage, funk ass drums, and layered vocals and completely fucking ruined the idea that records made in big dolla studios run the shit.
During "Whatcha Gonna Do I" was certain I was listening to a meeting of American sex swank and European dentistry. I'm fucking pissed the shit off that some dude in his bedroom is making music better than the other half of the fucking planet. Not pissed in a way that makes me physically angry, but pissed in that some of you shitFucks are spending top dollar on producers with an arsenal of production toys only to sound like 1/3 the fucking beast Jun Kung is.
I don't really know what else to say besides this muthafucker Jun Kung should make ya'll embarassed you spent all that cash on a studio, as his home studio on an Asian mountainside is probably more well equipt to take on a fucking symphony than that guy that chain smokes and talks out the side of his mouth about the old days hanging out with Greg Allman and drinking radiatior fluid.
The radiator fluid shit is probs correct, but still...
Jun Kung, murdered. Playback Is A Bitch is a fucking orgy of fownky.