1001 Albums Generator
Giant Steps by The Boo Radleys

Giant Steps

The Boo Radleys

1993
2.88
Rating
22995
Votes
1
6%
2
27%
3
42%
4
19%
5
4%
Distribution
Genres: Rock Styles: Britpop, Shoegaze, Dream Pop, Indie Rock

Reviews (page 7 of 8)

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.

Enjoyed more than I expected too, long album tho got tired of it by the end

whoever mixed this should be shot

At first this album didn’t really bother me, and I was listening just to kind of get it done with however, towards the end, I started actively not liking it due to the singing, but I wouldn’t really consider that singing aspect, and I would say it just got progressively worse and alongside that it was on the longer side in my opinion for something that wasn’t great to begin with.

More of a cool sound/vibe overall rather than a collection of good songs; there are some exceptions ("Best Lose the Fear") but the sense it gives when done is that I've just spent the last hour in a dark drugged out overly chill British basement club with 120 slowly swaying zombies and who brought me here anyways? I don't dislike it; in fact it's some of the better emo/wall-of-guitar sound bands of the early 90s. Just that after a (short) while it's all a blend. Maybe that's the point. 5/10 3 stars.

This one didn't do it for me

I thought this might turn out to be a discovery but, no. Feels like half the record is not-too-bad-indie-alternative stuff and the other is someone's idea of the musical equivalent of Lloyd Christmas' "most annoying sound in the world". To quote another movie, "A bunch of jerk-offs making weird sounds". Nope.

Couldn’t make it through two tracks

Nothing super interesting - I found this album to be bland and generic. Most of them dragged on far too long, as did the entire album.

Interesting sound, innovative, but not my style of rock

Decent pop/rock albeit a bit too long

Bad production ideas, out of tune guitar. Some nice vocals. Generally poor songs with no direction or structure. Why does 'indie' have to be so contrary - jerky, atonal, dischordant etc just to be 'different'. I don't care about 'art', let's have some decent songs, please. Occasionally a normal tune appears, but not often enough. I couldn't listen any more after 8 tracks I'd had enough.

A very eclectic mix of styles of music. Hit or miss, but I did enjoy a few songs here and there. Not bad.

Eeeuh bof très correcte

This album is certainly all over the place. It kind of feels like a fever dream to me. It's great and I really enjoyed, maybe a tad overly long.

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.

Bit more experimental and electronic than I was expecting, didn't really click with me

Laatste nummer is weird man, het heeft iets weg van mezzanine

One minute I thought yes I like this… the next some awful noise happened or some hideous screeching guitar came out of nowhere…. Could have done without it

A bit up and down but pretty alright really

bit of a mess but i enjoyed it

Not impressed. Lots of what sounds like songs being played backwards. Some songs were okay when they finally started singing. I enjoyed “I Hang Suspended” and “If You Want It, Take It” but that’s about it. Overrated album imo.

Tää on kunnianhimoinen pienehkössä soundissaan, ja yllättäen hyvä vaikka tuomitsin nopeasti tylsäksi. Vähän emoa. En kyllä tykännyt, kun sanoituksissa ainakin kahdesti valitettiin puhujan lihavuudesta, mutta ysäri on ysäri. Tai siis tää alkoi olla maailmaltaan jo 2000-lukua.

Jostain syystä ajattelin, että tässä saattaisi olla kivoja nuoria kavereita, jotka tekevät iskeviä biisejä hyvällä biitillä. Olivatkin nuoria kavereita, joille kokeilevuus on itseisarvo.

It’s more a 2.5 because I enjoyed some of it but some wasn’t to my taste and again, an insanely long album.

Good stuff!

Something of a slog this one. Starts off brightly but falls over itself trying to be… well I don’t quite know what. Shoegaze? Indie? Jangle pop? Too diffuse. Inevitably, the Boo Radleys used their songwriting skills on their next album to go all-in BritPop radio friendly and make a tonne of cash with Wake Up Boo. Fair enough.

Fever dream of an album.

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.

On paper this ticks a lot of boxes for me, shoegaze, britpop noise pop. But just feels a bit of a mess jumping between styles and jsut didn’t click after a few days of trying, better albums for each of these categories so not sure this needs to be on the list.

This was better than I though after reading the description. Another long one though.

Oh man I love „Upon 9th and Fairchild,“ great song!

My first genuine surprise in a while. I loved this album. It’s noisy and beautiful and lyrical. At any given time, it can give you great power pop hooks and loud, shoegazey instrumentals. Great stuff. I will listen to more from this band.

Another album that has me questioning who put this list together. Would give 2.5 if I could.

It's very late-80s, early-90s indie. Not bad: I like some of the songs, but no one track really stands-out.

Very mediocre. I didn't really dislike anything in particular about it, it was one of those albums that just feels disappointingly boring.

Very interesting

-never heard of this band or this album, once again -this week really just gave me one artist and album i love and then a bunch of random other ones -this first song is pretty cool -the intro was really weird and spacey but i liked it -another song with a kooky intro! i dig it -loving the guitar in the beginning of leaves and sand -there are lots of funky sounds in this album -an easy three stars from me

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

As far as Im concerned it wanders all over the place and its not a pleasant experience.

Pretty wide range of song genres pcked into one album. A couple songs I really liked and some that were complete misses. Probably averages to a 2.75 based on length. More I didn’t like than liked

A few tracks I really liked but overall too long

Heard it before?: No Enjoy it?: It was ok, not very memorable Favourite song: didn’t have one

Straight garbage. Nonsensical and going on and on. The more I do this 1001 list, the more I think that the person making the list was just throwing darts on the board. Some songs are decent, but most are unlistenable. 4/10.

I can kinda tell why this one was forgotten. It fills in the cracks around all the other early 90s indie and shoegaze that was kicking off on both sides of the pond. Still, though, for all of its genuine highs (Lazarus, for one), it has just about negative staying power. Its placement on here just feels like the UK-centric nature of the list itself overpowering actual notoriety and quality. There's absolutely zero reason for it to be over an hour, too. And on the pedestal these words appear: "3/5." Nothing beside remains.

In spite of the fun coincidence of my having had dinner at Boo Radley's last night, this album was a bit of a dud for me. Couple alright songs, but nothing memorable. Probably 3/5 👎 situation, but I may downgrade that to a 2 after a nights sleep on it.

Pop rock sin muchas complicaciones. Un poco desapercibido ha pasado. Le he visto un poco soso

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

oh this is garbage! nothing about this was interesting or revolutionary. i even kind of find it offensive that a band of mostly white guys called themselves the boo radleys and created a song named "rodney king." i'm honestly confused on how anyone can call this music. some of it wasn't terrible, but a good chunk was made up of random sounds that don't sound good together. what? also, 64 minutes of this nonsense was 64 minutes too long, yes, but for real this album dragged!

This definitely sounds like a mashup of many 90s things. I think they could have benefitted from some focus, because this mostly just sounds like messy noise. Again, as someone who enjoys 90s music maybe a little too much, I baseline found this to be listenable. But did it have wow factor? No. Aside from the writer of the 1001 book clearly having a strong affinity for British rock/pop, if I had to guess why this album is on here, I'd guess it's because it slightly predates mega forces like Oasis, who dominated this particular space, and is therefore kind of a progenitor of the sound. But I've had my complaints before about the author glorifying so many albums just because they were prototypal of a certain sound or movement. And the inclusion of this album feels like another instance of that. From a historical perspective, the prototypal sounds and albums are interesting, but it's always debatable whether or not such albums need to be heard "before you die". Anyway, it was okay. But nothing great.

Trash. How do albums get on this list?

An interesting album. Many songs with experimental intros. And a clear reference to where Björk copied the intro to her song “Army of Me” which came from The Boo Radleys song “Run my way runway”.

Gisteren gedraaid, maar vandaag weet ik al niet meer wat het was en of het eigenlijk goed was. Dat zegt eigenlijk al genoeg.

Best wat aardige tracks gehoord. Een stuk spannender dan ik had verwacht, afgaande op het enige hitje van ze wat ik ken: Wake Up Boo.

Beetje achterhaald inmiddels.

Wow a very cool album. Great melodic twists and turns, and musicians who clearly know their stuff. Some of it was like a technicolor blend of Beach Boys and Nirvana. DEFINITELY a band to explore further.

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 liked this one. Felt nostalgic to me. Sounds exactly like 1993. Good variety with some good surprises.

Pretty good at times, very annoying sometimes as well. Overall pretty average.

I can see how this might influence shoegaze -- but to be honest, it just sounds like 90s music that I heard back then. Just more experimental -- like trying to be The Beatles but also sounding a little like Oasis. I can see how they may have been more popular in the UK then the US, for sure. The only song I liked was "Wish I Was Skinny". "Run My Way Run" just sounds like something off of Sergent Pepper or Magical Mystery Tour (which are two of my favorite Beatles Album). Sometimes it feels like this album may be trying too hard. I read somewhere that they were trying to market this band as the same musical genius as Brian Wilson -- totally different people and sounds. If anything this sounds like trying to snort 60s Beatles while rewriting an alternative White Album for the 90s. Don't hate. Don't Love it.

indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie indie 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I wanted it to lock in and take me with it... But it never did. Just felt average'ish

The Boos are a very nostalgic band for me as I "found" them in the early 90s. Because of that, I probably rate them a bit higher than deserved, but I still really like them.

I found the tracks too similar and mainly dull. Could just be my mood currently so it might be harsh 2*

It was OK but nothing jumped out at me as remotely interesting either.

Very melodius vocals unfortunately the instrument sections are at odds with this.

This album seemed to skip between shoegaze, indie, and alternative rock throughout its hour length and thankfully I’ve already had my mbv breakthrough on shoegaze or else I would’ve liked this album a lot less I think. Overall it was alright with a few standout songs (wish I was skinny, best lose the fear), a good amount of unnotable songs, and one or two songs that made me viscerally uncomfortable (the runway and white noise songs near the end). Honestly the shoegaze section in mainly the first quarter was my favorite part of the whole album which would’ve been pretty surprising 2 months ago.

I really enjoyed this album, I wasn't expecting to since artists I've never heard of can be pretty hit or miss. But I was pleasantly surprised when it came to this. It was also really funny since I was just talking about "To Kill A Mockingbird" today.

This is a hugely ambitious album, and maybe a bit over-ambitious as it is a long listen and contains so many different styles and influences - I could hear nods to Moody Blues, New Order, Caravan, the Cure, the Zombies (I also wonder if they influenced the Zutons, among others?). It requires concentrated and repeated listens but after a while the songs grow on you. I particularly liked Butterfly McQueen and Best Lose the Fear. overall a nice, gentle psychedelic feel on the whole

There were some interesting moments, but most of this album just really didn’t do anything for me.

One or two alright moments, but a bit of a mess really. Way too long.

A giant step into mediocrity, never settles on a good sound beyond a few solid tracks (the noisier ones towards the start of the record).

Pretty good but forgettable.

there was like one track that was alright...

So.....this is not what I had expected. (I had read before that 'Wake Up, Boo!' was not representative of their oeuvre. I didn't realise just how non representative it was. I mean, guys, if you'd told me this was early Slowdive I would have believed it. I bet they hated the popularity of Wake Up. I hope they enjoyed the money they got from it.

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.

Vocals are abit average to me - repetitive and not that interesting of a range going on. Nice horns etc throughout

Este disco lo escuché es su época y no recuerdo nada ya que solo conozco su hit "Wake up" y no está aquí. Con el tiempo descubrí de dónde venía el nombre del grupo. Por cierto, no recordaba nada de este disco porque no hay nada que recordar. Lo voy a poner como malo porque directamente no debería estar en esta lista, aunque malo, malo no es.

Forgotten gem

Pop rock alternativo.

Behagligt men lite tråkigt

Strong one should be better than it is

Missed this at the time. Elements that I like, but sometimes the tones just transport me to Brit pop

I’m somewhat certain I’ve come across the Boo Radleys before, but I could well just be getting mixed up when when I read To Kill A Mockingbird. I go into this somewhat hopeful today, so let’s listen and find out! Songs I already knew: none Favourites: I Wish I Was Skinny, Barney (…And Me) My opinion on this album went quite up and down throughout. The vibe and genre reminded me a little of My Bloody Valentine (see my YouTube for a video review on Loveless by them!), but with more singable melodies which made it more palatable. There were parts that felt like fun summer alt-rock, but then others that felt somewhat annoying and too messy for my taste. Overall, I would say I enjoyed this, but I’m doubting I’ll be returning to listen again.

pretty eclectic album. distorted guitar sounds, solid bass lines, every once in a while i hear an americana influence. schizophrenic, but in a good way. to me, it sounds like a mashup of the beatles, beck, and the meat puppets with experimental elements. very interesting listen. highlights: “upon 9th and fairchild”, “leaves and sand”, “butterfly mcqueen”, “if you want it, take it”.

This is pretty good, honestly. I'd give it a 4 but it didn't know when to stop. 17 tracks is too many tracks. White noise revisited really needed to stop before it did. Well before.

Another album that wasn’t bad but wasn’t very memorable. It was just sorta there.

как-то ну очень экспериментально местами прикольно, местами грузит и давит интересно разок послушать, но в целом хз

То битлы, то радиохед, то арранжировки в виде космического психодела. Любителям каждого жанра найдутся треки, а любителям новой музыки, просто стоит послушать)

Взглянув на обложку, почему-то подумал, что у нас опять 60е будут. В стиле Донована и Хендрикса. Но нет: у нас сладкие 90е и бритпоп. Не знаю, почему сладкие. Альбом вроде стартует с такого зловещего эмбиента. А потом начинаются "добрые" мажорные гитарки и пискляво-детский голос вокалиста... Бритпоп, он такой. Причем забавно, что титульный трек производит такое впечатление. А дальше начинается: скребут в струны, шепчут в микрофон. А потом опять слащавая музыка. А потом опять шугейз. И вот так весь альбом: сплошные эмоциональные качели. Это в целом делает альбом интереснее к прослушиванию, но во время поездки на велосипеде невозможно под такое темп держать))) Где-то там вообще даб затесался... Вообще судя по задумке артистов, им как раз и хотелось скакать от жанра к жанру, как будто они пишут свой "Белый альбом", если вы понимаете о чём я. Вообще 4 спокойно бы поставил. Но долго. Успел заскучать.

Now I see where Badly Drawn Boy got all his ideas. Also hearing Belle and Sebastian and even Dinosaur, Jr. It's an interesting album in its way, but I think it's too inconsistent and the good ideas come and go too quickly.

J'ai bien aimé ça, je trouvais ça quand même un peu en avance sur son temps le mélange d'alternatif, shoegaze, indie. Je n'étais clairement pas assez concentré pour l'apprécier à 100% mais ça mériterait clairement une seconde écoute car beaucoup de compositions étaient vraiment bonnes. Côté production et mixing aussi c'est bien fait. 7/10

Really good and either didn't fully realize or have forgotten quite how the BRs were/are. On the whole, this is warm and wonderful, with ample sweet and poppy melodies mixed tightly with full-on hot and barbed hooks and riffs. Loud-quiet-loud works well with sweet-hot-sweet, and the songs have texture and flow. "Barney (and Me)" and "Best Lose the Fear" (with nice keys work and a clarinet [one thinks]!) are among the best cuts. They seem to want to have some fun while indulging their ambitions, which are more arty than Oasis but less arty than (though not terribly far from) Radiohead's (see "I've Lost the Reason"); there's a clear and likably willingness to try a lot of things, most of which work, and stays just under the bar of excessively self-important '90s bombast.

17 songs of just loud noise??? How was this album selected in this list is beyond me.

I really liked this album and was shocked when I looked it up after listening and saw it was a product of the NINETIES. It makes sense to me more now as a product of 60s/70s nostalgia mixed with more recent musical influences. Cool concept, I enjoyed it. Fav song: Wish I Was Skinny

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.

Not unlistenable, but it's quite bad. No idea how it made it into this list.

The definition of throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks. A complete mess of 90s genres, musical cliches, and melodic fads messily glued together in an attempt at relevance - there's no sense of coherent personality here whatsoever, and I'm left at a loss as to what genre the Boo Radleys actually are given how poorly they sample across a wide swath of unnecessary genres here.

Bro is NOT John Coltrane

A bit wanky and dull. Stinks of an overly pretentious band who think they're reinventing the wheel

A weird little stop into the 90s.

I'm getting a lot of recommendations for 90s britpop psychadelic-style bands and I'm not liking it. This cleanly falls into the genre and again does nothing for me.

It was an okay rock album, I enjoyed some songs and not others. The album would be like half the length of the intros and outros weren't so damn long! My favorite song was "Thinking of Ways"

Lovely and noisy

Well, somebody was trying to sound like Stereolab, weren't they? This album just meandered aimlessly. Sometimes that works for me, sometimes it doesn't. There were some interesting, but fleeting, moments here. This definitely wasn't a boring listen: that's not necessarily a compliment.

Third time hearing this one. First time, I said "It's Alright", second time, I said "It's Fine"...now I'm listening again and thinking how do I say the same thing again without saying the same thing? It just seems like an ok listen. Not bad, but nothing exciting. Yeah, I think that will be my quote this time, "Not bad, but nothing exciting". 2.5/5

Solid album but awful ending of the songs

Good album by an under appreciated band.

Wish I was skinny is good but the rest doesn't really resonate with me

The sounds were not pleasant

This kind of washed over me as it sounded like a lot of other albums of the time.

I enjoyed the eclectic variety of songs on this album, with the softer songs being my favorite. Maybe not one of the best, but certainly unique.

Haven't listened to much shoegaze but it's an interesting genre. I like the contrast between the soft vocals/standard guitar beats and sudden patches of coarse instrumentals. It keeps things unpredictable but not far enough to get me interested in what's otherwise an alright rock album.

Puzzling how Dimery's list singled out an album whose title was borrowed from a jazz masterpiece by another artist without including said masterpiece in the selection. Add to this the fact that The Boo Radleys are such a *strange* band, and it feels like the "1001 albums..." book got its priorities all wrong, once again... "Strange" is not necessarily a flaw in the case of The Boo Radleys, by the way. You can't blame them for constantly trying to think out of the box so as to offer something truly *original*. There are not many notable records from music history that mix shoegaze, psychedelic rock and britpop with reaggae/dub in any relatively cohesive way, and I imagine that this mix of genres, along with the ambition displayed in *Giant Steps*, is what impressed music critics at the time. Yet this record is far from being *flawless*. First, it's too long. A little self-editing would have probably been welcomed here. At more than an hour of running time, ambition becomes sheer hubris in many parts of this LP. Secondly, Martin Carr sometimes has nice ideas when it comes to pure songwriting shenanigans (at least in terms of concept--see the My Bloody Valentine-inspired "Spun Around", for instance, or closer "The White Noise Revisited"). But unfortunately Carr is no Brian Wilson, contrary to what his PR agents would have you believe when this record came out. As a consequence, memorable hooks, choruses and melodies are not numerous enough, and I can't help shake the feeling that sophisticated arrangements were mostly used to hide such an obvious flaw. And all of this gives the impression that The Boo Radleys were a little pretentious at the time, maybe... Finally, Sice's lead vocals are too timid and understated to seal the deal for me. When your band is bent on making such a grand statement, you need a little more conviction, even if said band is partly self-deluded about the whole thing... Ironically, the vocals would improve a lot on the next album, *Wake Up Boo!*. Too bad the latter reconciled with simpler, more straighforward ideas mostly through a derivative, major-chord and horn-section driven cheesefest. The timing is always wrong with this act. Or is it with me? 🙃 Speaking of other Boo Radleys albums, it seems to me that the band sounded far more "natural" for their debut LP than in anything that followed it. Yes, *Everything's Alright Forever* was more "classic" shoegaze. But at least Carr's reach didn't exceed his grasp there. As a matter of fact, it is a very nice listen, and I'm even tempted to buy it. In a similar genre, that debut album might even beat Ride's *Nowhere* out of the park for me--and yes I know the latter is considered as a "masterpiece". But sometimes, "professional critics" get it all wrong, don't they? Number of albums left to review: 618 Number of albums from the list I find relevant enough to be mandatory listens: 186 Albums from the list I *might* include in mine later on: 86 Albums from the list I will certainly *not* include in mine (many others are more essential to me): 117 (including this one)

What a strange LP... a constant swing between awesome proto-Definitely-Maybe bangers and psychedelic experiments.

надо потом ещё проверить, пока не поняла

I honestly don't have a lot to say about this album, but it's very good, and feels very mature for 1993. I would have thought it was made a few years later. The album is very consistent and features a variety of different musical styles. Very much worth the listen 4/5

Some songs OK and some kinda irritating.

Solid sound, interesting concepts. these guys really like their breakdowns.

A cool album with a lot of different ideas and sounds that still feel like they fit. But few of the songs really stand out as songs I want to keep going back to. They're all just decent-good

Has the potential to be really good in a lot of spots but just misses the mark in most places

I don't hate it as much as others. There were some really good moments in this album and I give them points for taking a swing at a lot of different styles. It doesn't always work but when it does it's...pretty good.

Standard 90s prog-pop-rock. Nothing terrible, nothing noteworthy.

Very interesting album but I liked it. I enjoyed the different directions it would take me on.

This is one I will have to listen to a few more times. Good album.

I didn’t really get it, hmm. I don’t know, l likes it but it was hard to get into it really, every song felt like it belongs to a different genre and most of the time I like that. Oh well Saved tracks: Upon 9th And Fairchild, Leaves And Sand, Best Lose the Fear, I’ve Lost the Reason

El disc comença força bé, amb dos temes lluminosos i melòdics com 'I Hang Suspended' i 'Upon 9th and Fairchild', però a poc a poc va perdent el rumb dins una lisèrgia psicodèlica sense gaire espai per la melodia. Malgrat tot, aquí i allà van brotant brillants temes pop de tant en tant: 'Wish I Was Skinny', 'Best Lose the Fear', 'White Noise Revisited'...

Favoritas: -I Hang Suspended -Wish I Was Skinny

I think I only like shoegaze that's drenched in fuzzy wall of sound guitars, this just wasn't holding my attention.

Rating: 6/10 Best songs: Upon 9th and fairchild

Album foisonnant, 17 chansons, des styles différents, des rythmes différents. C'est un album assez complexe à appréhender je trouve, qui nécessite plusieurs écoutes pour commencer à trouver des points d'accroche mais j'y reviendrais souvent et je suis sûr qu'il se révèlera petit à petit.

A funny band name and an album full of 90s sounds that goes on a bit too long. It has a punk alternative sound that’s similar to the smashing pumpkins but it becomes a bit of mess throughout that doesn’t have any direction. I didn’t hate it but it was nothing special or worth revisiting. 4.7/10

I've got to admit that such creamy guitars and shoegaze-ish vocals turned this britpop tune into some nice jams. But come on, who the heck would want an hour of britpop? Basically Smashing Pumpkins but worse.

I had only vaguely heard of this band before - not sure why they weren't on my radar as I think I would have been pretty into them at the time. I guess they didn't have a strong presence in Australia back in the day. Anyway, another introduction through this App to a band I hadn't listened to before, and who I quite like.

Alt rock. Not bad, very OK as a matter of fact. It's a bit on the long and thus tedious side. 2.5/5

This was terrible

decent shoegazey alt rock

Oh look another nineties britpop record! Well that certainly didn't sound like an album I MUST HEAR BEFORE I DIE, like, say "Giant Steps" by John Coltrane (which of course didn't make the list). 2/5: not offensive enough to turn off if it came on & not good enough to voluntarily listen to.

This album felt like a knock off of smashing pumpkins and the cure mixed. Vocally pumpkins and also tonally but some pieces sounded like the cure too. Makes it very hard to enjoy when nothing grabs your attention. You’d think people would have warned them they sounded like other people but oh well.

Pretty generic. I was expecting with a name like the Boo Radleys that we'd at least get something interesting, if not some crazy punk or political group. But no, it's a British rock band. Leave it to the Brits to co-opt the Boo Radley name in the most boring of fashions. One of those classic "not bad, but not good either" type of albums for me. Favorite tracks: Butterfly McQueen, Best Lose the Fear. Album art: The most interesting thing about this album. A cool multicolored drawing of...I don't even know, a giant ball sitting in a track? It's ornate, it's mysterious, and it's better than the music. 2.5/5

It was fine. Nothing I loved.

This was just ok. Liked some of the tracks really didn’t care for others. Not sure really how I feel About this one… May give it another listen in a different headspace

Hadn't heard this before, but it's definitely up my alley! Shoegaze/Jangle pop type of stuff, solid af. Will be coming back to this for sure!

Bloated listen, I love the production and lyrics but it’s a long listen

What is this beauty?

Great... More fucking obscure British shoegaze garbage..... Ffs.... Never heard of the Boo Radleys before, and hope to forget them quickly. They are, as my first comment suggests, a shoegaze/brit pop band who has no reason to be on this list. Sounds like they are trying to be like Smashing Pumpkins but are too shitty of artists to come close. If the band didn't canoodle and play random shitty intros/outros, the album could have been done in half the time. Album production is garbage. Music is loud as hell, then when the vocals come in, you can barely hear them. Horns?!? Why?!? They have no place in your depressing shoegaze garbage. And random distorted electrical feedback noises.... An attempt to add psychadelica to this crock pot of horseshit.... Why? Why did they have to do poor Boo Radley dirty like this? Probably to make people think they were artsy and deep, but in actuality they are depressing emo trash. Favourite songs: Take the Time Around, Lazarus, Wish I Was Skinny Least favourite songs: Butterfly McQueen, Run My Way Runway, as well as the rest of this garbage album. Absolutely no redeeming qualities: 1/5

they seem like nice people but this doesn’t light my fire

I really dig all the guitar pedal use. But I don't hear this genre crossing band that people are talking about. This album is standard shoegaze. Acoustic guitars followed by fuzz. Sure there's a little horn here and there or the odd piano. But that was also normal at the time. Something else super normal at the time? Limp wispy vocals. Which this album has a LOT of. And I hate it.

Too much. No cohesion, nothing to grab but noise and repetition.

Interesting album, enjoyed the two listens, would listen again

Wasn't into it, wasn't into it, wasn't into it...wait, that's interesting...is it me or this not half bad, wait, it's getting pretty good. Preferred walking the back half of this album to the front. Worked more for me as it went on. Solid 3 heading to 4 stars territory.

I've always disliked 'Wake Up Boo'. This is better.

I don't get on with Shoegaze but this was OK.

Surprisingly enjoyable. Much better than expected

This was a pleasant surprise. I figured this was going to be a pretty forgettable C-tier britpop album but there was actually a lot of interesting stuff going on and a much more Ride-esque shoegaze feel. Still a bit too long but not bad at all

Album was basically background noise for me. Favorite track: Lazarus

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

There were a lot of interesting instrumentals in here, but the album felt kind of jumbled.

I guess what I will say about The Boo Radleys is that they went all in and took some risks here. And you know, I'm all for playing around with genre and trying new things. But it's really hard to get what they're trying to do, because it's such a hodgepodge of styles. Some interesting moments here, and it improves quite a bit by the back half, but there's also a lot of filler. Fave Songs: If You Want It, Take It; Leaves and Sand; One Is For; Wish I Was Skinny; Run My Way Runway; Spun Around

Súper 90's.

There were some highs and lows on this album but ultimately nothing stuck with me between listenings and it was WAY too long for what it was

This was way too boring and way too long. There is no reason for this to be on this list and the listen counts agree with me.

This was a huge surprise. I enjoyed the variety in vocals (although not always top tier), instrumentation and genre in each song. I heard lots of good guitar lines and loved the brass and woodwind moments! Wishing’ I Was Skinny really hit home. Lol

This was awesome. The perfect amount of "weirdness" in this album. I literally cant even name a song on this record I was so lost in it. There is some kick ass rockin on this album too. I dont think there was a subpar song on here. If this was a few songs shorter it might be a 5. Great 7/10

It’s fine

4. A very satisfying blend of 90s alt rock and other genres. Neither disjointed nor too repetitive. I debated giving this album a 3 because a few songs did lose my interest, but the rest of the album makes up for it. Overall, quite enjoyable.

a little to soft for my taste

Far too discordant for my liking.

Better than I expected - 60s throwback shoegaze indie pop. But still felt too long and a bit samey.

So different and fun and creative

Pretty good album with a lot of variety! I didn't get into and follow every song but I thought it was still pretty good and unique. Favourite: Barney (...and Me)

Not too bad. I found go to be quite listenable to.

There were some songs that I really liked, but overall the album just kind of dragged on. Also, some of the noisier tracks were kind of grating and too wall-of-sound-y, so I found myself adjusting my listening volume constantly.

This was ok, but sorta boring overall. Not as boring as the most boring shoegaze, but not exciting. 3/5

I knew the name Boo Radleys (moreso from To Kill a Mockingbird though…), but never actually listened to them and wasn’t expecting them to be contemporaries to My Bloody Valentine??? It’s pretty good, but there are some notes that ring false to me, like a haphazard Rodney King “tribute”. Gonna land at a C+, but still earns that fourth star

I would say it's just decent. Some cool songs with cool ideas, but a bit repetitive. The noise/dissonance is nice at points and also grating at points. 5/10

Original but not enough interesting

Väldigt varierande. en del var superbra medan visst var kasst

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!

p721. 1993. 2 stars. Average early 90s Brit rock wannabees, stuck between the Stone Roses and The Lightning Seeds but without the tunes or the talent. Strays into "just noise" far too often and outstays its welcome big time. Not essential listening.

Blending reggae with grunge-like guitars then going all easy-listening pop all of a sudden in the first 3 songs.

Not bad, but not all that good. the song order could have been better, lots of disjointed transition from track to track. Some interesting stuff but nothing that especially stood out.

man i wanted to like this more, there were some cool moments that gave me smashing pumpkins vibes, and cool guitar riffs. but some of the effects that they used were just so grating to listen to, and after an hour the lyrics started to feel really heavy-handed. 5/10

7/10. Maybe even an 8. Not exactly sure what this album did right for me, but I liked it.

Didn’t like very much of this at all. 4/10

Very entertaining and I havent heard it before

Não funcionou corretamente para explorar mais o som relacionado ao shoegazing.

Sitting at the intersection of twee and shoegaze, this album does a lot. That may be a stroke against it, as it feels about 10+ minutes too long.

The Boo Radleys is a top-tier band name. Too bad the album doesn't live up to it. There are some cool moments, but overall it's a bloated album that sounds like they were making it for themselves more than anybody else. I fully support that, but...album to listen to before I die? Best track: Lazarus

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

it was umm a different tune

I think I have to finally accept that this list os full of bands and albums that I never heard of and probably never will again after this challenge is done. Especially that many of those positions are very average and ordinary. "Hey, remember that one irrelevant band from 70s, coming from that now non-existing village in England? They were producing music using only a synthesizer made from a half-chewed potato! It HAS to be on this list, it changed the food industry forever!" Well, maybe one thousand albums is too many for one list, if one has to reach so deep into the pocket to complete it. I'm sorry to The Boo Radleys for this small rant, they definitely don't deserve it. They released a pretty okay album "Giant Steps", filled in 90% with a very average britpop songs, rather boring and mundane to go through, and in 10% with some noise/orchestral shoegazing, which elevates this album to a different level, but at the same time angers you, because it's apparent that it could be so much better. Funnily enough, that 10% doesn't come as a full song or two, but generally it's appearing in most of the tracks, but during the last ~30 seconds of the song. Like the band decided "Okay, we are our usual, boring stuff, let's experiment a bit on the last part, but only for a bit, not to make it too interesting!". Very annoying. As one would think, only 30 seconds of good music per song is not enough for the good rating (unless you're into grindcore).

3/17, 18%

Seitsemääntoista biisiin on mahtunut ihan ok kamaa, mutta aika paljon täytepaskaa. Jotenkin tuntuu kakkosen olevan turhan vähän, mutta ei tällä kyllä mitään asiaa kolmosen kultaiseen keskikastiin ole.

Meni vähän ohi eikä jääny erityisesti mieleen. Ei kuitenkaan missään vaiheessa ärsyttänyt

Pretty g

A lot of different sounds but they all blend together pretty well all in all it's pretty good but a bit long.

can't be bothered

Pretty groovy.

Pretty fine little record. Sounded like "Diet" Smashing Pumpkins most of the way through, but the good thing about the Smashing Pumpkins is that even a soundalike band is still a damn fine listen.

Wow! What a surprise, very very good album!

Some good stuff on this record, lots of energy, variety and for the most part enjoyed it. Nothing too memorable, but a worthwhile listen.

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

Meh. Finns bättre band för samtliga låtkategorier.

Wow this is a rare case of me knowing absolutely 0 about an artist before going into an album. Exciting! Pretty standard early 90s music feel in the first few songs. lighter, janglyish yet dreamy guitars with the soft singing style. Okay weirdly venturing into psych or folk-psych territory. Mixing some electronic elements in here too. Maybe I misjudged off the first few songs because it's been a really diverse palate of styles. Still not totally my style but this seems like one of those under the radar albums that should get more attention

Meh not my thing

I didn't get through this the first time, but actually really enjoyed it the second time. Many of the songs I would listen to again.

This is one of those albums that makes me sad I missed it when it was new. It would have become one of my favourites, and I would have been able to sing along on a re-listen 30 years later.

This maybe the most 90's sounding band that I have never heard of. It's just mid.

ikkje så verst

Barney (... and Me)-introen e jo reint plagiat av Just Like Heaven. Ut over da e eg ikkje så shoegazete av meg, og vokalen va kje heilt for meg

2nd album I never really heard, and I listened to plenty of shoegaze/britpop. I hear so many different influences here, the Cure, dub, madchester, psychedelic. Overall better than I expected 8/10.

Had to listen twice to get it. Again headphones make it 1000 x better

Really liked this

Not bad I suppose

Was decent, very strange band that I could get into the flow with but wasn’t totally blown away by. Very cool but not my style.

Не такое около нудное

It was fine with glimpses of good

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 🌟

It’s alright. 2.5/5

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.

Nice surprise, potential 5-star check, almost made it.

This album is painstakingly long. They are a good band, but seems like they are trying too hard to be unique

Who? What is this? Meh...

Je ne connaissais pas du tout ce band. Très 90’s dans le son. Pleins de trucs intéressants dans cet album. Trop long par contre, mais je vais assurément y revenir.

Barely noticed at the time. Long forgotten

I didn’t hate or love this. It seemed very long, but never unlistenable.

Nothing here really embraced me and made me want more. There were some pleasant and catchy moments, but they just didn't last. Maybe some other time...

Every once in a while, I'd think, "Ooh, I like where this is going..." and then The Boos Radley would dodge and go a different and (to me) unsatisfying direction. There were a couple of songs that grew on me after further listening but for the most part, this was just ok.

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!

It had its moments, but it sure did go on. It would've been a 3 but the run time was way too indulgent.

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.

Je sais pas trop quoi en penser, j'étais peut-être vraiment pas dans le mood mais j'Avais hâte que ca finisse....Un peu all over the place 2.25

Wasn't bad. Sounded like a generic 90's album. I'd throw some of the songs into rotation. I enjoyed the guided by voices vibes

Jangly jangles

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.

This turned out better than I expected it to be. There is a lot of quite interesting stuff going on musically. It rocks more than I thought the band were capable. I am big on voices though, if a voice isn't right then I find it difficult to enjoy the music at all. This guy's voice is really quite irritating. A shame, it could have been so much better.

Giant Steps goes on for far too long and makes the likeable moments forgettable. The opening two or three tracks have an energy that doesn't last much beyond it, and it fades into generic 90s alt-pop-rock beigeness. 2/5.

I think I liked this more than most of you, but it's got some pretty big flaws. It's far too long (both some of the tracks on their own and definitely the album as a whole). Lazarus is great, and if you skip the first minute then so is the opening track. The rest of it is fine, but nothing else really stands out. 2/5.

Helt ok grunge, men mjee, inte min musikstil riktigt

Mad decent

Not bad, good background music

I groaned initially but listened with an open mind and it's quite enjoyable. Lots of different sounds and although not the most groundbreaking stuff I like the genre. No discernible hits but listened to it as a whole. I do wonder if it deserves to be here when so many other artists haven't managed it. Even so it's 4🌟🌟🌟🌟 because I like it.

Loved it! Some great bass lines

Fín plata, held að ég hafi hlustað á extended version sem eru þrír geisladiskar. Rann smooth í gegn þó ég hafi stundum verið að spá hvort ég væri að hlusta á tvær/þrjár mismunandi hljómsveitir. þrjár og hálf.

tem umas psicodelia, mas meio esquecível

Much more varied and rich than you'd perhaps expect, given this was a few years before the "big hit". A fun indie bop.

Didn’t get to listen too closely but hadn’t heard them before and enjoyed it.

This was real hit and miss for me. I really liked certain tracks (mostly towards the beginning of the album) and there were tracks that I really wanted to skip.

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.

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!

I liked the dub / reggae bass lines in a few tracks

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."

A really challenging listen. It is sonically unusual and interesting... different layers and instruments for an alt rock album. However, it never gels for me and the lead singer's voice/style is irritating to me. It is muted, boring and at some point the whisper unmelodic comatose singing starts to become unpleasant. Disappointed here.

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.

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.

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.

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 🌟

interesting.

Complex, a little bizarre. Warrants a second listen.

A truly awful mess of an album. Pick a lane!

Kinda unmemorable.

Its okay britpop. Better than soe of the other random.britpop bands on here. Very british endevor this book...

Pop. Ni fu ni fa.

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

Different kind of sound, not bad.

This album is the third from The Boo Radleys. It's a psychedelic pop album otherwise known as shoegazing music - which is a otherworldly twist on indie alternative rock - that pulls influence from genres of reggae, pop, and orchestral. If you like songs that evolve as you listen to them, or psychedelic guitar playing, then this is the album for you. This album is a spacey trip for your ears. I enjoyed listening to this interesting album while I worked.

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!

15th March 2022 Listened on a quiet day in the office then went to flight club with Douggie in Shoreditch. Some super 90s stuff in here but overall felt a bit disjointed and not really for me.

Verrassend album. Rock met wat orkestrale toevoeging vond ik zeker leuk. 'Lazarus' is een zeer goed nummer

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).

Pretty good! Will def need to revisit at some point.

Hey what’s that noise?! I remember, It’s terrible music.

1993: Wish I Was Skinny, I Hang Suspended

A great in-between point of shoegaze and Brit-pop.

An indie album that was uninspiring. Some of the songs needed to end a little earlier than they did. I also had to skip some songs. I was perfectly fine not knowing this album existed let alone listening to it.

The stench of early 90's Britpop is all over this album. Cooing vocals, guitars that either jangle or buzzsaw and the need of a couple of tracks to be dumped. Best Tracks: Wish I Was Skinny; Barney (...and Me); Lazarus

Couldn't make it the whole way through this one - the shoegaze and noise pop vibe isn't for me (and I'm not a Britpop fan on the best of days). 'Wish I was Skinny" was my fave track.

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

Shoegaze! Jag tycker det går att beskriva som luftigt, eller att musiken inte väger så mycket. Sedan om det går att förstå vad jag menar struntar jag i. Den beskrivningen stämmer i alla fall bitvis på detta. Men det varvas med lite mer poppig rock som är trevlig att ha i öronen. Dessa låtar påminner otroligt mycket om något band som är rätt bekant men vid brist av minneskapacitet blir således denna mening helt värdelös. Konstig och något oengagerad redogörelse för albumet, men det var bra och lättlyssnat. Några låtar kommer jag ta med mig vidare i musiklivet. Jag gillade "Wish I Was Skinny", "Lazarus" var rätt bra och sen tyckte jag om den avslutande låten "The White Noise Revisited". Det finns nog fler också men dessa är några som lyfte lite högre direkt. I skrivande stund hör jag "Leaves and Sand" och den får också fint omdöme.

Interesting 90s alt rock album. Seemed a bit generic to me, but still enjoyable.

Britisk shoegaze, pskykedelisk rock, 90’er

Quitos good

January 24th 2022. The best of this album IMO: - I Hang Suspended - Rodney King (Song for Lenny Bruce) - I've Lost the Reason The balance between calmness and aggressivity is a bit hard to endure sometimes. But I love me some britpop. 3.2/5

Some of the tracks were okay, but overall it just didn't grab me in any meaningful way. It was too disjointed and jarring at times for me.

Pretty interesting 90's rock. Stone Roses-ish.

Time was not my friend. I only half listened to this. I thought it was OK.

Certainly an eclectic mix with quick transitions from raw guitars to acoustic ballads with some flugel horn and reggae bass thrown in. It holds up pretty well but I listened twice, admittedly with distractions, and it didn't really grab me.

Giant Steps - I immediately thought of John Coltrane's seminal album by the same name. Then I read the description, nope its not jazz its Shoegaze and Brit-Pop, yuk! I'm not a fan of those genres so I was expecting the worst. But what a nice surprise it turned out to be, this is a really good album. A lot of it is derivative from other bands but it all sounds very cohesive. Lazarus, White Noise, Wish I was skinny are all great, I can definitely favourite this on Spotify for future listenings.

* Probably give it 1.5 if I could. Dreary, unmemorable.

Interesting mix of sounds and styles. I feel like it needs more than a single listen to catch up with it.