Giant Steps is the third album by The Boo Radleys, released in 1993. The title is inspired by John Coltrane's album of the same name, and the record features an assortment of influences — their previous shoegazing sound backed by pop, reggae, noise pop and orchestral sounds.
Pick a lane, guys! This wasn't terrible, but it is another example of "why the heck is this on this list?". Just some guys goofing around. Why is it that all the bad albums are OVER AN HOUR LONG? Like what is it about mediocre musicians that makes them go, "Let's just keep playing. Everyone will want to listen to this track for six minutes at least!"?
Boo Radleys is the sound of a semi competent bed wetting student band with no real tunes
Really enjoyable, a mix of genres and styles, with echoes of Ooberman, Blur, Nirvana, the Clash, ELO, The Beatles, and many more from across the whole of music. I'd only heard a couple of songs before, but loved wish I was skinny, barney (and me), Lazarus, and the white noise revisited.
This is a serious, 5 stars, benchmark album. A classic in every sense. The way all the styles are different, yet blend together seemlessly , is outstanding.
When this first came up I was dreading it. Shoegaze? More than an hour? Noise pop? Wikipedia had me bracing myself for a tough listen... First time through I was quickly engaged by the catchy hooks with many fun and pleasant melodies. Dashes of noise served to really make things interesting. Second time through I fell in love with this album. So much so that I immediately embarked on a third listen. That time even "Spun Around" (probably the noisiest of the songs) appealed to me. Remarkable! I love it when an album proves me so wrong!
One of these where I’m just not getting it. Quite a lot of the “innovation” in this I found to be basically a bunch of avant-noise garbage. I’m not wholly against such stuff but it crosses the line into irritation pretty easily. My main issue here was most of it didn’t seem really incorporated into the songs in which it occurred: it was just jammed in on top or in amongst, jarring shifts in tone and, for that matter, volume. A bunch of people clearly think this is clever, it just made me want to stop listening. In between these affronts there was I’ll admit a fair bit of perfectly acceptable shoegazey alt-rock, and the occasional moments when it all actually comes together into something more.
Delightful hourlong trip into a washed-out summer memory. The light blend of synths and woodwinds/horns with a more traditional rock band kit was fun! Modern 'indierock' imitations or evolutions of this style have bothered me, but listening to this, I see why so many people have tried! Probably a 4 or 4.5 in reality, but rounding up because it is the first album I know I would not have given a chance without the 1001 list, and I truly feel glad to have been exposed to it.
I thought the first song had kicked things off nicely with some winsome harmonies and key changes and a swaggering riff, but then I blinked and it was track 7. The rest of the album was lost in the same "Whoops, too much water in my watercolours" vein. One more for the list of bands 60s nostalgia has to answer for.
I absolutely love this. This often has a distinctive 90s sound but is also the best shoegazing album that is actually reminiscent of 60s psychedelia. Some tracks reminds me of the Beatles. Some remind me of the Beach Boys' Smile, especially the one with the wind chimes. Each track offers new surprises. Starts off enticing and ends with satisfaction. This album is perfect from start to finish, and my personal preference guarantees a 5 star rating.
Good but tooooooooo long. Liked the dub bass lines on odd tracks.
As sicmagazine so nicely put it: "For 64 minutes they were the greatest band on the planet."
"Giant Steps" by The Boo Radleys was released in 1993 to critical acclaim. It falls under the following genres: shoegazing, Brit pop, psychedelic pop. Per Wikipedia: Reviewing the album's rerelease in 2008, Sic Magazine wrote, "For 64 minutes they were the greatest band on the planet." The tracklist: "I Hang Suspended" "Upon 9th and Fairchild" "Wish I Was Skinny" "Leaves and Sand" "Butterfly McQueen" "Rodney King (Song for Lenny Bruce)" "Thinking of Ways" "Barney (...and Me)" "Spun Around" "If You Want It, Take It" "Best Lose the Fear" "Take the Time Around" "Lazarus" "One Is For" "Run My Way Runway" "I've Lost The Reason" "The White Noise Revisited" This album opens with "I Hang Suspended." It's a poppy, rocky, fun song. They sound like any respectable alternative rock band, like maybe Matchbox 20, Third Eye Blind, or Incubus. I like it! Track 2, "Upon 9th and Fairchild" is another rocky, cool tune. It has fun bass and guitar work, with a distorted voice (Going Under-ish) and it's pretty catchy. It also sounds like No Doubt with some funky guitar work. The lyrics "this is my life too" are cool and repeated throughout. It also features a cool crying guitar with spooky violins. "Wish I Was Skinny" is a boppy, fun track with wishful lyrics of being skinny and having everything. It has fun clapping and really great guitar work. It ends in a chaotic psych breakdown and it's pretty cool. The next track is "Leaves and Sand," and it is unfortunately the last track I have time to listen to. I will also listen to "Lazarus" after this per Wikipedia's suggestion, and will complete my review. I'll finish this album tomorrow. I like it and I owe it to myself. "Leves and Sand" is a chill track that starts off quiet and dreamy before bursting into a band-heavy guitar/drum instrumentation. It's cool and sounds Tony Haw-friendly! It's very shoegazy. "Lazarus" is the track I have chosen to break free from the tracklist. This album has 17 songs, and though I've run out of my allotted 24 hours to review, 5 is still better than nothing. "Lazarus" fades open with a funky, psychedelic guitar that is quite addictive. It flows between the left and right headphones, and I really dig it. I'm getting major Wavves vibes from this track! I am eternally disappointed in myself for snubbing 70% of this album (and I will remedy that tomorrow). But I've really enjoyed what I've heard. Their lyrics are dark but their claps and "buh buh bums" are refreshingly ironic. Favorite track: Lazarus Honorable mention: Wish I Was Skinny
I forgot how great an album this is. Even the noisy, distorted bits are compelling. But the pop songs are absolutely gorgeous. Songs like I Hang Suspended, I Wish I was Skinny, Butterfly McQueen, Barney....And Me, Lazarus ate just gorgeously crafted pop songs. 5 🌟
The perfect Boo Radleys album - I prefer their shoegaze period but can also appreciate their britpop albums afterwards, and Giant Steps falls exactly in the middle. Lots of strong songs whilst the shoegaze is still there.
Prior to listening, I only knew the Boo Radleys for the Wake Up! era; I purchased that album on a holiday in the US and loved it. I hadn't ever delved further into their catalogue, but this is a brilliant album. Proper 90s indie sound
Quintessential ‘90s. This is what you hope for out of a pop rock album. Unbelievably solid tracks from top to bottom catchy without losing their teeth and an overall sense of artistic style that works and holds even now!
The chord progressions that Coltrane used in his song Giant Steps weren't exactly new back then, they had been used some years prior by Ellington and other composers; and the second part of the song is a mere transcript of a passage from a music theory book. But the song worked so well by itself that the term "Coltrane Changes" began to be used to describe these rapid and complex progressions. And maybe -just maybe- that was the point of the name; this album seems to me like a recollection of styles, of the best rock-ish stuff you could get back in the 1990s, and it comes out nicely. A lot of nice songs, an overall consistent sound, and it never gets boring thanks to the leaps between styles.
Memories of happy times. I always loved this band for their blend of baggy and shoegaze. Very much of their time but a way bigger influence, especially on some Britpop era bands than they get credit for
Lovely - similar to Teenage Fan Club. Sweet vocals and 60s sun kissed melodies with occasional squalling guitar and feedback. A bit like Pavement crossed with Pixies crossed with Beach Boys. Obviously Lazarus is the huge hit and key song, but it’s all sweet and pretty guitar power pop. Their next LP, Wake Up, is wonderful.
Interesting album. Some of it is traditional rock, and some of it more progressive and some times jazzy. Some of it is heavy, and some of it is not. Soft vocals that is comfortable to listen too. The vocals actually reminds me a bit about Motorpsycho.
Some interesting ideas, but the execution never hits for me. I don't mind the vocal style and sort of like it, but lyrically it's uninspired. Very early 90s sounding.
Never heard this one before. Interesting blend of influences. Like the dubby basslines throughout. Some of the singing and lyrics irk me a bit. Tend to prefer the more laid back tracks to when they try to rock out.
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Another hidden 90s alt rock gem. This was great
Pretty Cool big fan
Love it. Want it.
Parecidos a Belle & Sebastian. Les voy a dar un 5.
Really good album, it was a pretty big surprise. 2 discs, so over an hour of music
Lots of unique sounds and flair that I haven’t heard anywhere else! I need to finish listening to this.
Pre-note: Devo ancora iniziare a sentirlo ma la copertina è bella trash. I Hang Suspended: Cazzo non me aspettavo questo. Qua è inutile che vado avanti a commentare i pezzi, sto a metà album e non ce n'è uno che non abbia pensato fosse geniale. Ma chi so sti Boo Radleys?? Ma dove so stati fino ad ora?? In conclusione: Crisi totale. Questo album è una bomba. Il '93? Ma seriamente? Suona come gruppi che venivano considerati all'avanguardia nel 2000, alcuni che posso nominare (Death Cab for Cutie), altri che non posso nominare perché stanno in lista. È più di un'ora di disco e onestamente non c'è un pezzo che possa dire che è debole. Quello che forse m'ha colpito meno è Lazarus, ma parliamo di 1 su 17. Ci stanno pezzi che vorrei sentire in loop come Take the Time Around. Adesso il punto è: è possibile che cazzo dopo 63 album ascoltati e un solo cinque me trovo a dare tre cinque di seguito? Che m'è successo, me s'è bloccato il dito sul cinque? Tutte domande che mi sono posto. Volevo dargli meno di cinque a sto album, mi sono svegliato e ho detto "ora me lo risento a mente fredda sicuro trovo un motivo per dargli quattro". No, 4 è troppo poco. Diamo a Cesare quel che è di Cesare. (Secondo me Luca ha dato 2 e Andrea 3)
I really liked them , can't entirely decide but maybe they deserve the 5 star..
Parecidos a Belle & Sebastian y un poco a Suede suave.
Really enjoyable, a mix of genres and styles, with echoes of Ooberman, Blur, Nirvana, the Clash, ELO, The Beatles, and many more from across the whole of music. I'd only heard a couple of songs before, but loved wish I was skinny, barney (and me), Lazarus, and the white noise revisited. 5 🌟
Really liked this
Loved it then, still sounds great if a bit early Britpop production. 60s pop + psychedelia + dub + indie geetars + alt noise.
Classicly good psychedelia infused with a lot of other fun little bits. Reminds me of this: https://www.cadbury.co.uk/products/marvellous-smashables-jelly-popping-candy-11337
My favorite artists and albums are ones that explore a variety of genres and sounds with unabashed enthusiasm, but still are strong enough in themselves not to loose a core identity about them. This delivers that vibe by the bucketful, and I'm pouring it all over myself with glee. Let's fucking go.
Lovely and noisy
love it
esse album é muito melhor do que eu esperava, a maneira como eles colocam os sons de dissonancia e barulho em canções pop meio beatles é surpreendentemente adequada. outro fator que surpreeende é a qualidade da produção, que e algo que nos anos 90 não era comum nem entre os artistas do momento. uma pena ser um album tão longo. apesar disso, não cansa, cada musica tem um toque diferente, seja com uma passagem suave ou com um som de fio desencapado do nada. a maneira como as musicas te surpreendem e como tu nunca sabe o que esperar é genial. por isso que velvet underground é foda, sem eles, esse tipo de coisa não existiria.
Forgotten gem
This album is a mix of shoegaze and Britpop that not only works, but combines the best elements of both. The droning and overdriven wall of sound meets melody in a satisfying and ultimately successful way. There’s a lot of Beatles influence here too, especially their later more experimental work. This album will definitely be one I return to.
There's a lot in here, but mostly let's enjoy the last flowering of indie indie, with a bald singer, a terrible band name and the pre-Oasis Creation label. Because this is in its way as great an achievement as Screamadelica, a genre-busting blend of shoegaze, powerpop and psychedelia. However, they weren't cool and would have to release a much more straightforward and less ambitious album to get into the biggish time.
I listened to both this and Everything’s Alright Forever and they are both absolutely amazing 10/10
The hype around this album was genuinely cringeworthy. A shoegaze White Album by a Brian Wilson-level genius inspired by John Coltrane, etc, etc. Ignoring these pretensions and ridiculous comparisons, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it's actually a really good album. No need to overhype it. Just enjoy the beautiful mess they've created.
This is an eclectic album of rock songs. The sort of music that gives you faith in the industry to release something original and challenging from time to time.
Right up my street, a mix of psychedelic rock and Brit Pop
Really enjoyed the entire album. Now I gotta go thru their entire discography real quick. Rating: 4.8
Very interesting, will listen again
Easily one of the best albums of the 90s. Oasis wish they got anywhere close to sounding as good. That's the straight ahead guitar rock stuff. Elsewhere you've got dub, sunshiney jangle pop, and Beatles-esque experimentalism. Plus the delicious wall of noise from tracks such as Lazarus, Leaves and Sand, Butterfly McQueen (the swirling feedback disintegrating into the clanking robotic beat of Rodney King is one of my favourite moments) and the gorgeous Thinking of Ways. Barney and Me is majestic, there's another Match of the day goal of the month theme, one of the best. The scope of the guitar playing from Martin Carr here is exceptional. Again, another hour long record that I love every little bit of.
BL: A complete blind listen AL: An awesome dream pop / noise rock record. Some absolute shriekers on this one, also some incredibly melodic and beautifully quiet stuff too, topped off with Boards of Canada esque sampling in interludes. Just about everything I want from an album. Absolutely glad I listened to this one. FT: "Wish I Was Skinny", "Rodney King", "Barney (...And Me)", "Take the Time Around", "Lazarus" 5/5
Wow, I don't remember this music from 1993 but I love it!
Mind blowing that this came out in '93 - while it doesn't sound "modern", it sounds like at the earliest, it would have been mid-2000s. The use of the "studio-as-an-instrument" throughout this album is breathtaking. There are so many seemingly disparate sounds and styles, unrestrained noise rock elements that are joyously melded together with solid songwriting. I was a little skeptical that this would be anything but a 3 star "sure, I guess it is a good listen and some people probably love it, but I won't revisit". That quickly changed with "Upon 9th and Fairchild", the noisy feedback heavy guitar, paired with the reggae/dub drum and basslines really grabbed my attention. From that point the rest of the album maintained it through a really great combination of sonic textures.
The second album to really catch me by surprise. The Boo Radleys are a local band. They're from Wallasey, where I went to school. I knew their album after this one. Wake Up Boo being a proper, bonafide hit. This was not that. The other album to catch me by surprise was MBV by My Bloody Valentine. Which was also 'shoegaze'. It turns out I bloody love a bit of shoegaze. 1 day was not enough to spend with this album. I wil be back for more and more.
Parecidos a Belle & Sebastian y un poco a Suede suave.
Parecidos a Belle & Sebastian y un poco a Suede suave.
I had never heard about this band before (and probably never will again), but they sure make a mean indie album. It has layers of instruments and effects and the most milk toast guitar riffs, nonsense lyrics and the most dramatic vocals, and also a third thing. Yeah, that basically describes the next loop of the spiral from '70s rock. Anyway, this record just sounds very sincere for some reason. The musical style is beautiful, each track has an individual identity, and whatever vague narrative the singer is spinning, it has me invested.
Perfect mix of noise and softness
This is awesome. It’s shoegazey without being entirely shoegaze. It’s a long album, sure, but the dynamics that come and go throughout keep it interesting. And multiple moments where the sound just flies high and feels transcendent. I have a weird feeling that it may ultimately not stand up to repeated listens, but on first listen, I absolutely loved it.
Very nice!
doesnt have a specific nice song but the album is pretty cool overal
bra grejer
Steve Miller band synth and psychedelic rock. I think I need to listen a few more times to get a good feel, but I liked it so far.
Enjoyed this a lot. Would never have given them time of day having only previously heard Wake Up Boo, but I guess that's what this is all about.
Was totally ready to write this off, it started slow. But damn if the second half didn't totally impress.
Modern groovy-esque feel. Pretty good
Definitely caught me by surprise, good variation of songs and caught a Smiths vibe which I can always get around
Nice, sometimes a bit proggy
I really enjoyed this album--clearly I should look at more classics of the shoegaze sub-genre
Eclectic. Surprising. Ambitious
klinkt wel als leuke rock van goeie kwaliteit.
damn pretty fucking tight vibes first song goes hard as hell sounds like oasis but more punk rock
Better than I expected.
qué GUAPO el britpop y a la vez normal que durara menos de diez años
Haven't heard about this band before. It was a nice discovery, enjoyed the sound very much.
Non conoscevo il gruppo e devo dire che mi ha stupito. Alcune scelte stilistiche non rispecchiano pienamente il mio gusto però ho apprezzato molto l'originalità visto anche l'anno. Mi piace il fatto che abbiano messo dentro tutto quello che gli piaceva senza farse troppi problemi nell'attenersi ad un genere. L'uso degli strumenti è spesso sperimentale ed il risultato è affascinante e psichedelico.
I have so much to say, but not sure how to articulate it. First of all, great name - I'm a big To Kill a Mockingbird fan. But also - the songs on this album somehow combine all of the musical styles that came in the 20 years before them as well as what would come in the next 20 years. You can hear British Invasion, psychedelic rock, 80s metal, 90s pop/punk (Rivers Cuomo definitely heard this album), techno, indy rock, and on and on. Big fan.
I like this record a lot. It's wonderful to hear a record that was released during the peak of a couple movements (britpop and shoegaze) that I haven't heard. It's like a gift. This band blends gentle with noisy really well. Love it. This came out the same year as Blur's "Modern Life is Rubbish." It's better than that record, but isn't as good as any of the Blur records that came afterward. THERE REALLY AREN'T ANY WEAK POINTS ON THIS RECORD. VERY DESERVING OF ITS PLACE IN THE TOP 1001. Highlights: The controlled feedback on most songs; The refreshingly clean/poppy "Wish I Was Skinny"; "Leaves and Sand"; The fuzzed/phased out guitar at the end of "Butterfly McQueen" and how it segues into "Rodney King - Song for Lenny Bruce."
Not bad, but more of a 3.5
-I like the guitar and the groove in the background of "Upon 9th And Fairchild" -"Leaves And Sand" has some serious jamming and drum fills -Some of the songs were pretty plain -I am interested in listening again, so I think that just barely bumps it up to a 4
Started off well but felt like it tailed off. Enjoyed but wouldn't rush to listen again
Great 90s tunes
Never heard of these guys. Enjoyed this moment though.
Ég þyrfti að hlusta á þessa aftur, gæti trúað því að hún vinni á. Sumt er mjög skemmtilegt prótó-Britpopp en það fer minna fyrir því í öðrum lögum. Stundum svolítið dated radd effectar og helst til mikið gítarískur, en virkar stórt séð vel. - Jú, fjarki frekar en þristur.
Interesting mix of sounds and styles. I feel like it needs more than a single listen to catch up with it.
Pretty interesting 90's rock. Stone Roses-ish.
A great in-between point of shoegaze and Brit-pop.
Pretty good! Will def need to revisit at some point.
4.3 - Look past the silly band name and questionable album name, and you've got a fantastic shoegaze record that takes you on a sprawling, mult-faceted journey. Walls of fuzzy guitar underpinned with strings (e.g. "Leaves and Sand"). Interspersed throughout are nods to different genres (reggae, Beach Boy style psychedelia, 90s Britpop).
Verrassend album. Rock met wat orkestrale toevoeging vond ik zeker leuk. 'Lazarus' is een zeer goed nummer
1. I'm assuming based just on the information I have before listening, that this is going to be a 60s/70s psychedelic flick 2. 90s shoe gaze rock! didn't expect this. I'm often wrong though. Squeaky guitars. A very The Bends vibe. 3. I like!
Different kind of sound, not bad.
Lots of little Beatles' references in this ode to psychedelia. At one stage you'd swear they're writing a new chapter of Strawberry Fields. They start off flexing their shoegaze muscles and manage to throw out some crunchy guitar and storming drums. I've Lost The Reason is an encapsulation of the whole album. Twee verse with a bit of Beach Boys harmonies, then they bust out a massive chorus that pays homage to Kurt, but with weird distorted sounds a la Sergeant Peppers. I hope they had fun making this, because I had fun listening.
This is certainly the first time a list album has reminded me of HOLYCHILD. Nothing sparkles or shines, but the entire hour-plus is tinged with a comfy glow, some kind of connective tissue holding the instrumental and stylistic and even vocal digressions. Britpop to a fault and lasts exactly as long as you expect it to given the speed of delivery. However, it's one of the most DJ-set-like guitar band albums I've heard, reminded me of a trashy pop band discovered in university, and is thoroughly unique.
Why would they want to waste the first minute? Because I need the time to go get a beer before I settle into my barcalounger? I don't like it. But the maybe that's the catch for "I hang suspended."
Wow, I really like this album! I saw the horrific cover art and my stomach sank, because I have been known to judge an album by its cover. But this was such a pleasant surprise! It's the groovy fusion of alt rock and psychedelic pop that does it for me. Unexpected joy for today, thanks generator!
It takes a lot of guts to name your album after one of the great jazz albums in music history. The Boo Radleys' album is nothing like John Coltrane's album, but let's boil it down anyway. The Boo Radleys' pull from quite a few sounds of the 90's. One of the most prominent aspects of this record is the shoegaze, utilizing electric guitars to their fullest extent by going full reverb and volume. This is contrasted by the britpop songwriting style that keeps things light, particularly in the singing and guitar hooks. This gives Giant Steps some contrast in relation to the alternative, ethereal sound of shoegaze. Good songwriting and good sounds makes for a nice, unique blend overall. More than anything, though, this album is steeped in psychedelia. It's a fresh and fun take on the genre that always feels like it's been done to death. It also flows nicely, making for an enjoyable experience from top to bottom. My big gripe with Giant Steps is that is will feel generally unfocused as a cohesive unit. This reminds me of Radiohead's OK Computer in a few ways, which would be released a mere 4 years later. Coming close to being spectacular but falling just short, we will applaud The Boo Radleys nonetheless for this spectacular showing. Well done, lads.
Much more varied and rich than you'd perhaps expect, given this was a few years before the "big hit". A fun indie bop.
Loved it! Some great bass lines
When I saw that this was British indie rock, my expectations were kind of low. After Elbow and PJ Harvey, I didn't think much of the genre. This album blew me away. The sheer variety of genres kept it from getting boring over its 64 minute runtime. I'll definitely revisit this one.