1001 Albums Summary

I'm not a fan of Green Day. This album didn't make me a fan of Green Day.

I love Talking Heads. David shouts in the corner of a room - the album(makes it very echo sounding). Every song before 'Cities' seems to lead up to that particular sound, it's almost eclectic before 'Cities' brings it together. 'Life During Wartime' is probably the most recognisable song from this album, which seems to sooth down the rest of the chaos from earlier with a nice jazz note and David's softer tones, though later he may express more exasperatedly it's still quite literally the middle of the album where it's finding itself. I recognise with 'Memories Can't Wait' this is Talking Heads in their 2 years after their debut, with a lot of drug taking. David saying there's a party in his mind and he never wants it to stop and then later the last song of the album 'Drugs', you can begin to see why the music arrangement in some areas is eclectic and less thought through. ' Air' sounds like a pre-cursor to something by The Pixies, but clearly there's an indication that David's on an LSD trip. Overall I think this is Talking Heads finding their feet, legs, torso and arms. In their infancy, greatness yet to come

I grew up listening to this album. I'm of the age that it was always questioned and contested who were better "Oasis" or "Blur" As I listened to both at the time, it wasn't really a question. They were both different, one Southern band and one Northern band. Being from the North I was more partial to Oasis, however it can't be stated enough the effort that goes into a band like Blur. Or any project Damon Albarn is working on, frankly. He's a man of passion, determination and creativity. I have great admiration for Blur and Damon

Subdued soft almost folk rock, chill vibes Music sounds vaguely familiar. Especially the humming in "Know" but can't quite grasp where I know this from. Maybe it's been sampled, used, adapted, etc into many other pieces of music. The album overall feels haunting, yet warming. I can imagine sitting in a cottage, by a fire, in a nice comfy chair, looking out a window while rain lashes down. Hot chocolate and a dog by my side. Makes me think of an old book, where the pages have yellowed a bit and smell vaguely smokey, that old book smell. Not in a bad way at all, comforting. Familiar.