Corey Feldman - Rockin’ Revolution
FINALLY! This is the return of the former child actor turned king of pop, Corey Feldman. It has been four unbelievable years since the legendary avant garde pop star dropped his incomparable 90-minute magnum opus Angelic Funkadelic/Angelic Rockadelic 2 The Core. This album is the greatest spectacular of a failure of a record that I have ever heard in my entire life. To this day my mind is absolutely floored by the horrid artistic feats that Corey spectacularly achieves on this record. Corey’s songwriting is astonishingly terrible. Nobody in their right mind would even think to choose the production choices that Corey employed throughout the entirety of the recording sessions of this record, some of which I believe have been over the course of ten years. It is a viscerally repulsive record, the likes of which I haven’t seen since Captain Beefheart’s Trout Mask Replica.
What blows my mind is how it took Corey Feldman ten years to make this record. You actually could not make a record this bad unless you took ten years to do it. That is a spectacular feat for any artist in music to achieve. In a way, Corey Feldman inadvertently ends up becoming a King of Pop, who’s sitting on a throne of his own. Yet nobody is watching, because the image is just too garish to internalize. This album accidentally became a landmark in modern music. It is the musical version of Tommy Wiseau’s the Room. I still can’t sit through the whole thing. Who is sitting through this entire album from front to back?
But I digress. What artistic statement could Michael Jackson’s number one fan have following the insurmountable dumpster fire that is Angelic Funkadelic/Angelic Rockadelic 2 The Core? Not that there is a shortage of statements to make in 2021. Naturally, Corey Feldman like many have been captivated by the divisions of America. He was compelled to make sure his two cents were thrown in on all of it. With a protest chant and a rebellious cry for Justice, Corey steps onto the soapbox and rocks on that awfully stiff dad rock riff like a sputtering Ford-150 truck desperately in need of an oil change. Sadly, he doesn’t specify or get into the heart of anything relevant, but he keeps on that rocking revolutionary spirit with beautiful lyrics like “Scream ‘Rocking Revolution’” and “The Time Has Come!”.
You could argue that Corey Feldman is back in rare form on this song. The production is as crummy as ever, and the mix is nonexistent. The hook is awful. The reversed synths in the bridge are mixed so awkwardly that it starts to strain the ears. The psyche guitar passages sound like 3 guitar lines riffing on their own accord. They are all just playing over each other instead of listening to each other.
Corey’s singing sounds like a dying animal on this song. I really have to give the guy credit. I just love how little he cares about how bad his music sounds and never ceases to shamelessly lay it out there. What’s even more impressive is how Corey leaves me with more questions than answers: Who told him that performing in falsetto would help? Why is he still trying to sing like Michael Jackson? What truth is Corey looking for on this record? All are questions, the likes of which I will never know, and am now too exhausted to even entertain. With that therein lies the true genius of Corey Feldman: a pop artist who makes songs so bad, they accidentally end up becoming lifetime achievements in and of themselves.
Score: NOT
Just my opinion