Giant Steps

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

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

Good but tooooooooo long. Liked the dub bass lines on odd tracks.

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.

"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

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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!

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

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.

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 🌟

As sicmagazine so nicely put it: "For 64 minutes they were the greatest band on the planet."

Feedback sculpting pop savants in the vein of early Mercury Rev or Hit to Death in the Future Head-era Flaming Lips, but maybe a little less (or more? I can’t decide) acid damaged. Enjoyable, but doesn’t rise to essential status.

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.

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.

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

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.

I feel about this album the same way I feel about some modern or minimalist art. "I suppose somebody had to do it, so why not them?" But that means it's a one-time listen from me, dawg.

Ok

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.

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.

If 20 minutes shorter, it would've left more of an impression. I remember liking some of the songs, but an hour afterwards I couldn't remember a specific melody or riff let alone a song title. Wasn't bad, but definitely not memorable in the slightest. Even the terrible, awful, and flawed albums leave an impression on you.

Pretty terrible. Bland and bloated. But a couple of decent tracks and fleeting moments of enjoyment save this from one star

Pleasant surprise

A good album. I like the way it flows, and the instrumentals are fun and psychedelic. Vocals are a bit wispy, not not terribly so. Blends in nicely with the instruments. 'Barney (...and Me)' was my fave.

In 1993 alternative music had gone a little bit stale. The Stone Roses had disappeared off the face of the earth, and the highs of 1991 couldn't be maintained. In the midst of all this The Boo Radleys burst from their shoegazing origins and unleashed angels and demons alike in a whirl of horns, dub-reggae, jazz, Beatlesesque melodies, and harmonies to die for. The album might be called Giant Steps but the Boo Radleys dared to fly.

"Giant Steps" is the third album by English rock band the Boo Radleys. The band expanded on the shoegaze style of their previous album and added pop, reggae, noise pop and orchestral sounds. Yes, they did. The album was produced by Martin Carr (guitarist, singer), Tim Brown (bass, keyboards) and Andy Wilkinson. The album received favorable reviews and, commercially, reached #17 in the UK. Wavering strings and people talking open "I Hang Suspended." The band kicks in with guitar feedback. A nice melody. "Wish I Was Skinny" continues the nice sounding melodies. Acoustic guitar. A clap beat. String. A country vibe and a gorgeous song. They still remind us that there's plenty of shoegaze left in the tank as they rock on with "Leaves and Sand." A wobbly, feedback guitar. And a blazing guitar solo with the drums all over the place. They go a bit pyschedelic in "Barney (...and Me)." Acoustic guitar. A clarinet. The keys give it that pyschedelic edge. It goes harder. Horns. Layered guitars. Great song. Swirling layers syths introduce "Lazarus." That's gives way to a majestic sound with the horns. The album ends with "The Noise Revisited." A song with a catchy vocal chorus and horns. Very 60's sounding. This a fantastic, powerhouse of an album. 17 songs that are gone in a flash. Melodic and very well produced. They seem effortless as they change styles within their shoegaze/Britpop base. At times they reminded me of My Blood Valentine and other time, the Flaming Lips. One heck of a fun ride that everyone needs to hop on for.

Wow, this album is finger painted in a simple, beautiful way. It's kind of soft alt rocky with way more psychedelic and experimental influence.

Amazing album

This is great! The Boos are a Brit band that I should know better than I do, but beyond the hits on "Wake Up" I never really spent too much time with them. This fits perfectly into that pre-Britpop moment where shoegaze and sample based stuff like EMF was happening. BRB, about to overspend on a vinyl reissue of this

Super unique listen. They use that voice filter I hate that sounds like it goes through a fan and the breathing is all too prominent, but even that felt arty, particularly in The White Noise Revisited. When they asked me 'what's that noise, do you remember?', I half felt as though I did. The nostalgia is infused into every moment, while at once being innovative and futuristic too. It mostly sounds too 70s for its actual date but I hardly mind, I just really enjoyed listening!

I think I have to give this a 5 just from the sheer diversity and unique sounds on display. I loved it.

I may have gone from 'oh no, yet another janglebritpop' to 'whoa, this is the only janglebritpop this list needs?' in under 30 seconds. With reservations, I have not spend much time with the album yet but this is good stuff.

A genre blurring shoegazey neo psych Brit pop masterpiece.

9/10. I enjoyed the variety of styles throughout the album. Felt creative to me and lots of songs made the 5 star list.

This scratches my 90's itch in the best way. I'm surprised I've never heard of them. They fit right at home in a mix of Gin Blossoms, The Toadies and the like. I'll listen to this again.

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.

Perfect mix of noise and softness

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.

Parecidos a Belle & Sebastian y un poco a Suede suave.

Parecidos a Belle & Sebastian y un poco a Suede suave.

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.

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.

Wow, I don't remember this music from 1993 but I love it!

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

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.

Very interesting, will listen again

Really enjoyed the entire album. Now I gotta go thru their entire discography real quick. Rating: 4.8

Right up my street, a mix of psychedelic rock and Brit Pop

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.

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.

I listened to both this and Everything’s Alright Forever and they are both absolutely amazing 10/10

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.

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.

Forgotten gem

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.

love it

Lovely and noisy

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.

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

Loved it then, still sounds great if a bit early Britpop production. 60s pop + psychedelia + dub + indie geetars + alt noise.

Really liked this

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 🌟

Parecidos a Belle & Sebastian y un poco a Suede suave.

I really liked them , can't entirely decide but maybe they deserve the 5 star..

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)

Lots of unique sounds and flair that I haven’t heard anywhere else! I need to finish listening to this.

Really good album, it was a pretty big surprise. 2 discs, so over an hour of music

Parecidos a Belle & Sebastian. Les voy a dar un 5.

Love it. Want it.

Pretty Cool big fan

Another hidden 90s alt rock gem. This was great

нормалек. в моем вкусе.

I really can't quite classify what I just listened to there. I enjoyed this for sure, very unique mix of styles here. I think I'll go with a 4 overall

surprisingly fresh and original

A nice surprise - lovely record albeit a bit too long. Even then it’s never tedious - love the poppy positive vibes throughout - kind of like the Wannadies and early Cardigans.

I've heard of The Boo Radleys before, but I'm completely unfamiliar with their music. After some brief reading, I see that these guys are shoegaze and also Britpop, and I tend to enjoy both of those genres, so I imagine that I'll enjoy this album. This album was pretty good, but I wouldn't say that I loved it. Giant Steps had a really good sound overall, and it nice to listen to. The Boo Radley's unique blend of shoegaze and Britpop allowed them to achieve that sense of place that Britpop strives for, but in a way that sets them apart from the likes of Blur, Oasis, and Pulp. As far as individual songs go, I really loved "Barney and Me." The main guitar melody was really great, and the flugel horn and other horn parts were outstanding. There were some really great electronic elements on this song too, and it was easily the best and most fun song on the album. "Spun Around" had some really great shoegaze elements to it, and it really left me wanting more of that type of sound on this album. The other songs on the album were really good, and there weren't any songs on the album that I had a strong dislike for. My biggest beef with this album was that its sound meandered around quite a bit, and I think the overall experience suffered from that overall lack of direction. The length of this album only exacerbated that problem in my opinion, and when it was over, I had reached my fill of it. It was a really good album, but there were too many things that held it back from being great. However, I'm definitely interested in checking out some more albums from The Boo Radleys that are more firmly cemented in shoegaze.

Great opening track, wouldn’t exactly call this shoegaze based on what I normally listen to. Later in the album I realise what they mean by shoegaze is “in a lot of these songs the producer/band decide to spill beer on the pedals and recording equipment”. Shockingly, this worked really well for me. The vocals here aren’t exactly what I expect from a shoegaze/dream pop band, not necessarily a bad thing but not exactly my bag. It works well for the albums sound despite apprehension early on in my first listen. At times it seems they want to dip into slow baroque pop (which they do really well on Thinking Of Ways) and other times they go whole hog 90s shoegaze. The musical whiplash between really makes this album feel like the first time I tried black coffee. Initially I thought “who on gods grey earth likes this shit?” but that’s quickly followed by “fuck that’s not bad actually”. I really wanted to deride this album for the absolute dogshit track names here but the variety of sounds, styles and songs here really gives this album a charm as a colourful mosaic of sound (some of which is a little bit shit/an acquired taste!!!) Slightly front and middle loaded, albums slightly falls off around Run My Way Runway where the band discovered washing machine modulation. In short, expected to shit on it, loved it. Highlights: I Hang Suspended, Wish I Was Skinny, Leaves and Sand, Rodney King - Song For Lenny Bruce (begrudgingly adding this, great song with such a stupid fucking name), Barney (…and Me), Take the Time Around, Lazarus

Some pleasant songs

Alternative rock meets psychedelic rock. These guys had to have been listening to some Pink Floyd and some Jimi. The standout track for me is track two, Upon 9th and Fairchild.

21/12/24 Don't really have much to say about the album, it was an alright listen.

I am going to need to spend a lot more time with this one. I am fond of it.

weirdly enough got a good kick out of this one. elliot smith vocals + the beatles = whatever this was. a lot of annoying tracks, a lot of beautiful ones, kind of too long i think, but i liked it enough to bump it from 3 to 4

So, unlike yesterday’s 90’s Psychedelic inspired album that lasts over an hour, I actually enjoyed this one. Sure, I think Giant Steps is also too long, that it’d be better if it were cut down to about 40-50 minutes, but it also had a sense of dynamics and a decent set of lyrics, and while it blended into the background somewhat towards the end, it was an enjoyable background listen

A lot of different genres all shoehorned in here, but it works. We've got rock, reggae, country, a bit of psychedelic freakout, all swirled around together. I dig it.

Album 595 of 1001 The Boo Radleys -Giant Steps (1993) Rating : 3.75 / 5 Usually when I see something that includes "Shoegaze" as part of the genre classification, I don't really expect it to be to my liking. This one bucks that trend. This was a nice listen. Shown as Rock/BritPop/Indie/Shoegaze, it does hit on each one pretty well while the Rock/Indie part stands out a bit. Good album.

I’d listen to it again

The poppier tracks tend to lose me, but the walls of sound are interesting enough to keep me engaged. Pleasant surprise. Some tracks guitar tone reminds me of Dinosaur Jr.

Would love to hear a pared down version of this album. I love what I’m hearing, it’s just that they keep interrupting their own songs. Nevertheless, I’m rounding up to 4 because it’s more than just a middler, and it started out strong.

- Noch nie vorher von gehört - Hat mir richtig gut gefallen, ich steh einfach sehr auf sowas - Klingt ein bisschen wie eine Mischung aus Pixies und Smashing Pumpkins - Diese Bläserparts fand ich absolut mega! - Werd ich mir definitiv wieder geben Rating: 4/5

While boldly sharing a title from one of the greatest albums in jazz, The Boo Radleys prove their worth with their own, gargantuan in contrast, breakthrough. A tapestry of shoegaze, psychedelia, power-pop, jazz and whatever suited their fancy, The Boos throw everything, including the kitchen sink, and come away with the most astonishing record of their career. One small step for band, one great leap for mankind. Favorites: I Hang Suspended, Upon 9th & Fairchild, Wish I Was Skinny, Butterfly McQueen, Rodney King (Song for Lenny Bruce), Thinking of Ways, Barney (...and Me), If You Want It, Take It, Take the Time Around, Lazarus, Run My Way Runaway.

Good, 1 song saved

A good album, I liked Thinking of Ways and Barney (...And Me) the most.

This is some pretty solid pop/rock, but progressive and experimental enough to keep it interesting.

No bad, I have not heard this album before. They reminded me of Catherine Wheel.