Listen, I was going to Industrial goth clubs and dancing in cages with the best of them back in the mid-90’s. You’d think I’d be pretty familiar with this one but I’m not. I’ve heard this album hundreds of times, but since Bryan Warner has always freaked me out, it’s not one I’ve ever owned, nor one that I listen to by my own choice. This is the first time I’ve heard it front to back and really listened. There are a couple bops, I guess. But I recall people that I typically think of as having good taste just RAVING about Marilyn Manson. He was supposed to be a Trent Reznor protégée genius and it I dunno, it just feels like shock for the sake of shock, like Ozzy biting the head off a bat. Yeah, that was metal af, but that poor bat. The lyrics are sophomoric and I mostly wish I had skipped this album. I now know what this prick sounds like saying the word Pussy, which my brain has never allowed me to hear before. I may never have sex again. (Please let the next album be a babyface classic or something)

I am not nearly high enough to enjoy all of the sounds in this album. Too many distracting noises that my ND brain cannot process. Reverb and more reverb. Star belongs on a different album, where the hell did that even come from? Might enjoy if under the influence of shrooms or peyote or acid or might not. Yeah, prolly not. Got lost in Stuka and Trainspotting while someone else was driving, sorta frightening. Note to self: do not listen to this album while driving. I just couldn’t with Long Life. Unlikely to listen again, unless I find myself tripping balls.

This album is full of typical bar rock. Southern band raised on the Stones, Humble Pie, and Otis Redding. Nice to listen to, sing along to, listen to while downing a few beers at your local watering hole, maybe gaining enough courage to go on stage and karaoke to one of these tunes. Mostly, this album could be indistinguishable from any other southern bar band album, although I do love Chris Robinson’s voice. The songs are familiar feeling in a way that made them feel like Insta-classics. Seeing Things is the bluesiest track. I love the song, but I don’t love Robinson singing it. The Otis Redding cover Hard to Handle fits his voice well and I recall it being a big hit. Thick n Thin is a swinging bop. She Talks to Angels has a special place in my heart forever, and this album gets a whole star just for that song alone. I’ve both been that girl and I know that girl. Overall, solid album.

I love this album so much. I had this vinyl for so long and it broke in my move from UT to CA and broke my heart. Tears of Rage and The Weight are two of my favorite comfort songs. I can’t say anything about this album except to say it is sacred and lovely and you should listen to it often.

Friends much cooler than I forced the Pixies on me in high school. Hey was on a mixtape that has a very special place in my heart and I still listen to the playlist often. I love this album so much.

Feels like 80’s kid listened to a lot of Big Star. Psychedelic garage rock. Youthful. Lovely.

I am not nearly high enough to enjoy all of the sounds in this album. Too many distracting noises that my ND brain cannot process. Reverb and more reverb. Star belongs on a different album, where the hell did that even come from? Might enjoy if under the influence of shrooms or peyote or acid or might not. Yeah, prolly not. Got lost in Stuka and Trainspotting while someone else was driving, sorta frightening. Note to self: do not listen to this album while driving. I just couldn’t with Long Life. Unlikely to listen again, unless I find myself tripping balls.

Tom Sawyer is epic. the best of my youth. Prolly the only song I could immediately identify as a Rush song. I dated a drummer that was obsessed with Rush and I seem to have pushed all of this music and everything from that time of my life out of my brain and listening to this record brought it all back. YYZ and Limewire are good. Familiar. Witch Hunt is good jams. I think there might be an amendment to the constitution that says you must enjoy Rush or you go directly to jail. For that reason, I have to rate Moving Pictures at least a 4. Is it on my 10 albums to bring to a deserted island? Nah. Can I appreciate it for it’s musicality and contribution to American Rock music? Sure. Will I sing along and nod my head in time to these songs the next time I find myself at a suburban backyard BBQ? Hell yes. Geddy’s voice grates tho. Just saying.

Listen, I was going to Industrial goth clubs and dancing in cages with the best of them back in the mid-90’s. You’d think I’d be pretty familiar with this one but I’m not. I’ve heard this album hundreds of times, but since Bryan Warner has always freaked me out, it’s not one I’ve ever owned, nor one that I listen to by my own choice. This is the first time I’ve heard it front to back and really listened. There are a couple bops, I guess. But I recall people that I typically think of as having good taste just RAVING about Marilyn Manson. He was supposed to be a Trent Reznor protégée genius and it I dunno, it just feels like shock for the sake of shock, like Ozzy biting the head off a bat. Yeah, that was metal af, but that poor bat. The lyrics are sophomoric and I mostly wish I had skipped this album. I now know what this prick sounds like saying the word Pussy, which my brain has never allowed me to hear before. I may never have sex again. (Please let the next album be a babyface classic or something)

I put this record on to do dishes and cook dinner. It played through twice and I didn’t stop dancing. (I skipped Like Someone in Love the second go-round. ) Good stuff that I had completely forgotten about. How could I forget about Björk, a defining artist of my generation? I’m putting this back into my rotation. Two very enthusiastic thumbs up.

So good. Didn’t stop moving once.

So good. The Blues are my happy place. As good and as relevant today as it was in 1977.

This album is full of typical bar rock. Southern band raised on the Stones, Humble Pie, and Otis Redding. Nice to listen to, sing along to, listen to while downing a few beers at your local watering hole, maybe gaining enough courage to go on stage and karaoke to one of these tunes. Mostly, this album could be indistinguishable from any other southern bar band album, although I do love Chris Robinson’s voice. The songs are familiar feeling in a way that made them feel like Insta-classics. Seeing Things is the bluesiest track. I love the song, but I don’t love Robinson singing it. The Otis Redding cover Hard to Handle fits his voice well and I recall it being a big hit. Thick n Thin is a swinging bop. She Talks to Angels has a special place in my heart forever, and this album gets a whole star just for that song alone. I’ve both been that girl and I know that girl. Overall, solid album.

Decidedly 80s flavor, which is tasty in its own right. Opens with Take on Me, which is the only A-Ha song I “know” and I was singing at the top of my lungs, unable to reach any of the high notes, making my dogs howl, but enjoying myself immensely. Train of Thought has a Bowie-Ish feel. Hunting High and Low made me uncomfortable. Boundaries are a good thing, my dude. The rest of the album is 80’s pop synthy ridiculous goodness. Not my jam, but not awful. Very short album at 10 songs clocking in at just over 35 minutes.

I love this album so much. I had this vinyl for so long and it broke in my move from UT to CA and broke my heart. Tears of Rage and The Weight are two of my favorite comfort songs. I can’t say anything about this album except to say it is sacred and lovely and you should listen to it often.

Friends much cooler than I forced the Pixies on me in high school. Hey was on a mixtape that has a very special place in my heart and I still listen to the playlist often. I love this album so much.

Some pleasant noises. Trippy. Listened 3 times to attempt to catch the lyrics but was too distracted by the bouncy noises. Would listen again.

Was expecting some world folk music, not a soft jazz collection. I don’t quite understand the theme of this album. Individually, there is not a bad track, but together, it is disjointed.

Wow. I haven’t pulled this one out in awhile. Love this album. 2 of my favorite covers ever, one of them of a song in my top ten (The Man Who Sold The World) I don’t know if it’s with the weight of knowing the end of his story that makes me want to read so much into this performance, but Cobain’s comes across rough, almost broken in places. It’s an intimate performance, at a time when we were longing for intimate performances. Even after his death, it feels like we are still right there in that MTV unplugged audience. Very few live albums invoke those feelings. Hell, very few studio albums manage to stir up any feelings. Not the best album ever, but makes this bitter genX FEEL something, and that ain’t nothing.

Sounds like a Subpop punk album. Good stuff. 9/10 chance my next existential crisis will have a Subpup album in the background.

Look, I haven’t used LSD in like 25 years. My brain don’t work like that no more. Plus, random circus music is my least fav. It’s a no for me, dawg.