Psychedelic mysticism wrapped up in some good old hard rock. Does this music strike anyone else as being too warm? I mean, too warm for the Himalayas. After all, that’s the realm of the yeti.
She sucks so much. So much. She fucking sucks. Everything I've ever heard of hers from any album sucks total ass. She fucking SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS.
Here's my problem with this album, it's definitely my problem and not a problem of the album, per se: it's not that the other songs are bad--though they are kind of mediocre--but nothing can compare to the brilliant run of tracks A2 through A5. This is due to the vagaries of exposure, since I was a kid in the 80s and was raised on MTV (and thus these hits).
A lot of things that should never have been said are said on this vile album.
70 minutes of Friendscore torture.
This album jackhammered my brain and then molested me, leaving me confused with a butterfly tattoo trampstamp.
Psychedelic mysticism wrapped up in some good old hard rock. Does this music strike anyone else as being too warm? I mean, too warm for the Himalayas. After all, that’s the realm of the yeti.
The most beloved darling of hipsters everywhere, this album is a musical document I came to without knowing any of the cultural baggage surrounding it. It wasn't until after I'd heard and loved this album that I found out it was the darling of other music nerds, thus making me more hipster than them. Oh, and just for the record, I love Jesus Christ, too.
A perfect album for all you imperfect people out there, all you children whose mothers didn't care for you, all you kids being taught to swim by men who aren't your biological fathers, all you keen-eyed philosophers who are aware of and celebrate the fact that we're all going to die, all you sufferers who understand that there is no shade in the shadow of the Cross, and all you broken-hearted seekers wondering why people won't love you.
I love all iterations of Pink Floyd equally, be it prog or art or psych. I guess I’m just a fanboy. But this album is my favorite. Not necessarily their best, but my favorite. It soars the highest and speaks most profoundly to me, detailing in such frightening and beautiful clarity the dark heart of man, and how that darkness only increases when systematized. Unlike the ending of Animal Farm, however, this album ends with a glimmer of hope: “you know that I care what happens to you, and I know that you care for me, too.”
Trash.
Total crap. kys
This one’s early in their career, before they re-watched the Japanese bousouzoku documentary and realized they’d misplaced the exclamation! mark. My response to this album is heavily influenced by my handmade limited edition vinyl copy, which includes interesting little artworks, a penny flattened by a train on the track, and a locked groove at the end of the album, so that it drones on softly into ∞, never stopping until you pick up the needle. I love that attention to detail. The music? Post-rock cowboys and trains, of course, right down to the dreamy steel guitar. What the West was built on, a waltzing homage to the emptiness of an aging and dead destiny just before the turn of the 21st century. Anyone remember that part where astronaut Dave enters the monolith as it orbits Jupiter? Yeah, this album sounds like that at one point. And then Dave evolves into a mosquito.
She sucks so much. So much. She fucking sucks. Everything I've ever heard of hers from any album sucks total ass. She fucking SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS.
Thanks for wasting my time, rando.
op, you thirsty fuck
Dizz to the erpness.
I regret having ears.
*snaps fingers, points in a soldierly manner* "I want archers with fiery arrows perched there, there, and there. Second level. Covering all exits. No one escapes... Fire at will!"
80s synth landfill hardly worthy of comment.
This is actually a good album. So many sassy bangers! What a walk down memory lane! Thanks, dude who submitted this.