They’re clearly trying way too hard to channel that Rundeka vibe—it’s so obvious in every single track that it actually gets annoying. Look, there are two decent songs in there, I guess, but the rest? Total garbage. Just completely pointless. And honestly, every single song follows the exact same formula—that whole "social commentary" thing. It's just pretentious nonsense.
stormyviper11 said:Look, I totally agree that Pun kufer is way more underrated and gets ridiculed way more than they deserve. I respect them because they don't try too hard by singing in English—it feels real—but honestly, you could probably squeeze their three albums together into one decent record. I just keep them in my "honest misses" drawer. They have a few really solid tracks, for sure.
Dee Pea said:pips chips & videoclips - drvece i rijeke (honestly, I'd say it's the most American album ever made... and the main thing is that the critics just trashed it and ignored it... I don't know a single soul who actually likes that record... but to me, it's practically a masterpiece)
Oh, please, there are maybe twenty of us left.. . . Here are a few of our own:
pcvc - drveće i rijeke (it's honestly a miracle if you can even get someone to sit down and listen to that album) let3 - bombardiranje srbije i čačka (most indie snobs think it's total garbage) pun kufer - mame & bebe (everyone thinks Biffel is an idiot, but he's really just being expressive—and this album is "practically a masterpiece" for him, give or take a bit)
We actually had a Manfred too —the guy had a cast on his leg and the lesson was called "Manfred has a plaster construction" or whatever you want to call it... Everyone ended up signing his cast, yeah
Watched it yesterday. Absolute genius. The soundtrack is incredible—I seriously need it. That part where he says he'll be 11 and a half in 12 years... man. G E N I U S.
The whole day has basically been dominated by Bright Eyes' *Fevers & Mirrors*, but if I’m being honest, the track that’s actually stuck in my head—occupying my ears, my brain, my thoughts, and my entire mood—is "when the curious girl realizes she is under the glass." It’s been a full-on fake day, maybe even longer. And yet, it hasn't totally sent me into a depression (well, at least not the absolute bottom-of-the-barrel kind). I guess I don't really know what that means. (???)
you crack open the window to a perfect day like some scene out of a Hollywood movie where happiness just rolls in like waves and the dust settles over all the questions
so, am I giving so much of myself that you just... forget? and is he actually brave enough to come and take you away?
I guess that’s why words exist just so you can lie to me with them and maybe that’s why hope exists so you can say it one more time
dreaming, I'm always heading your way
you set the table for an outlaw your world is basically magic, a kingdom you wipe the dirt off his boots so I guess it's no wonder you're so crazy about him
I know, I know—that's just your type of cowboy, right? And honestly, if God were picking a wife well, He'd probably pick you you know it
oh, so am I really that giving that you forget? and is he brave enough to snatch you up?
when you plug your ears you'll actually hear me better and you won't even realize I'm knocking but you'll definitely know who it is