Insipid isn't just a t-shirt

Much critical anticipation preceded the sophomore effort from Pan-Asian Prog-House mix artist Flight 311. Unfortunately, the house-bound (reportedly a paraplegic due to an unfortunate kitchen mishap in his youth) Singapore-based sion of Irish Celt-metal superstar Floyd O'Floyd still hasn't escaped the shadow of his much more talented and far more red-headed progenitor. The beats go on (and on and on) on this disc; far too long for most listeners. Perhaps they go for this sort of thing in the Orient, but it's hard to imagine Ibiza club-goers snorting mountains of cocaine to this. Much of the recording appears to be based on innovative forms of feline emasculation; only one track stands out, the epic-length tribute to the composer's long-time house guest, "The Sound That Forty-Five Thousand Can-Openers Make When Dropped From 100 Meters Onto Celine Dion." Hopefully, now that the slump is over and the record companies have extracted their due, Flight 311 can move forward and perhaps even live up to the masturbatory fancies of emotionally disturbed anime fans. The rest of us will still be waiting.