It was ok, I found it a bit bland with nothing much to recommend it apart from the ones that I remember from back in the day, that were bangers when they came out (Today and Disarm).
I would happily never listen to this again. It wasn't a bad album, but it did nothing for me. I think it was too earnest, and I can imagine that people who understand music would really appreciate it.
This was awful. If the 70s had porn in the 'popular with women' category, this would be the soundtrack.
It was inoffensive but dull. I can't remember any of the songs after listening apart from Sultans of Swing, which probably tells you something about this album. It reminded me of being a kid and going on holiday with Dire Straits on the cassette player in the car. I would not choose to listen to this album again but if I had to it would not be the end of the world.
Enjoyable, I like Bjork's voice, it's a nice counterpoint to all the baby voiced female singers of the modern era. She sings like she really means it. She isn't afraid to leave gaps in the music and let the emotion in her voice fill it in.
I didn't listen to the lyrics very hard as it was the soundtrack to a particularly gnarly spreadsheet and I had to concentrate. But the tunes were boppy and inoffensive. I liked the one where the girl was singing. Would put this on to help me conquer formulae again.
This album was like listening to vertigo. I felt like I was sinking into a pit as the music burrowed into my head and changed my brain chemistry.
1 star only because it gave me the fear :-(
I was surprised how much I liked this, as I don't usually gravitate to this sort of music other than the well known bangers. I paid no attention to the lyrics but I'd defo listen to it again as a boppy backdrop for work.
I blinked and missed most of this. Sounds like a kid that isn't really a bad kid having a rant at their indulgent parents in the kitchen of a nice detached house in the suburbs.
Started off good, I even saved a song. Then descended into such nonsense I couldn't finish it.
Seems like the band got themselves into a room and played any old rubbish and passed it off as an album.
Enjoyed this, apart from the avant garde whale song moments. If I knew how to I'd edit all the shite out of this and it'd be even better. Will listen again and try some of her other stuff.
Listened to a few songs. Wandered off to watch some paint dry.
A few days before I got this one Joni Mitchell boycotted Spotify in protest over their anti-vax content, so I was intrigued. I really liked her voice, but none of the songs have stuck with me apart from the Christmas song.
Some quality songs on here. The amusingly titled 'Big Muff', 'Dancing' and 'Couldn't love you more' which made it onto my Spotify playlist for 2022 and made a tear come out.
I don't know what genre this is, but seems a big ole' mashup of whatever worked, and his raspy voice is nicely unusual.
Sorry Joni, I know you are an icon but I couldn't listen to this all the way through. Got about three songs in and ditched it. Dull. Soz.
This album should be renamed 'If bin juice made a noise it would sound like this'.
Got about 3 songs in and had to abandon it. Nothing about it captured my imagination or stirred emotion.
The sound of unsweetened rice pudding with cloves in it. Spyak.
What's not to like. Even if you don't like a tune, they are super short so it's over before you know it.
I didn't skip any tracks, but then again I didn't really listen to it as it just blurs into one amorphous supermarket rock jazz sound blob.
Blended into the background of my work and didn't interrupt.
Sorry Femi Kuti, I just hate the saxophone.
Ok but dull, samey jangly pop rock. Not worth a second listen.
Cute. Surprisingly melancholy. Couldn't really tell the difference between the songs after Mr Tambourine Man.
Yuk. This is the sound of walking into a hoarder house and finding a decomposing corpse. I hated it.
Wayne's World flashbacks. Bangers (Foxy Lady, Wind Cries Mary, Fire, Manic Depression, Purple Haze) alone are worth four stars, but it's down to three cos of the filler.
Other than the bangers the ironic rock n roll Saturday night vibe is not for me.
Started off really great with the salsa stuff but it lost steam for me about half way through.
Loved this when it came out. Now I can only listen to Beautiful People and Antichrist Superstar. The thought of ever having being a fan of the lead singer makes me cringe.
The sound of a fembot sipping a cocktail from a coconut next to the pool just before Austin Powers swings round the corner.
Not my bag, baby, but inoffensive and clearly well done.
Always liked this, good tunes, great voice, great lyrics.
Background music. I know it was playing but it might as well have been white noise.
I'd forgotten about this album. It's really rather good!
Bland. Samey. No bangers. Warm up for the good stuff methinks
Expected to hate this, in fact I quite liked it. A fun mellow album.
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My earholes squeezed themselves shut
Boring droning drivel. Are bad vibrations, going through the air because of rubbish music, the reason for all the shitty things that happen in the world? E.g. every time this album gets played someone gets closer to inventing an even more evil pesticide or invents another stupid product that we don't need.
Someone should correlate world events to when albums get released :-(
The sound of the feeling of chewing a towel.
Sound of rubbing your ear on gravel.
Meh. Not awful but would not listen again.
Good background music. Did not make me melancholy. I believe it was the sound of the colour of saudade, which is orangey blue. Would listen again.
Not a bad bop. Wailed along to natural woman whilst making a brew.
Strange and delicate whale song.
I thought 'I'll listen to more of this guys stuff!'.
Only to discover he is dead. Very sad.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope on a rope. Starts at nope and circles all the way back to nope. Not Leslie Knope but actual nope. Nope.
Sadly this album reminds me a bit of a creepy restaurant I worked at that hardly anyone ever visited. One night chef didn't have the ingredients for orange chicken so he used hot concentrated OJ, the kind you get in a carton. So I associate this kind of music with a grey haired old woman with a tight perm thrusting a plate of shredded chicken floating in orange juice at me in disgust. There was no fooling her! Billie's soothing notes did nothing to diffuse the situation.
Ok but not really my thing.
As soon as that baby started wailing in the last track I switched over to Phil Collins 'oooo yeah I wish it would rain down'....on my ears and wash all this musical cack out of them. The sound of the smell of cold Brussels sprouts.
Amazing what one late 80s power ballad can do!
Used to listen to this over and over when I was at uni. Past that phase now.
Meh.
I didn't even notice it was playing until Spotify 'album radio based on' started playing Cowgirl by Underworld.
This was absolute pants. If I could give it minus stars I would. Minus one thousand stars for sounding like jellied tripe.
I gave this 3 stars just because of Mr Blue Sky and Sweet talkin' woman. All the rest is acceptable filler.
Melancholy but good. Not as good as Pink Moon.
It's just really good. Every track is a banger.
Dull other than Mr Wendal. Didn't pay much attention to the lyrics but go the impression they were going on about god a lot which put me off.
Boring, forced, scratchy and annoying, apart from the obvious ones, which are ok.
Save yourself some pain and listen to Death to the Pixies
Thought it was a bit boring, skip listened to most of the tracks.
I wasn't into it 30 years ago and I'm still not into it now.
Save yourself some trouble, just listen to the greatest hits album.
All filler one killer.
Pop music being played by people who are sliding down a hill through a temporal distortion that is stretching their faces into wisps.
90s me would've liked it, if she'd known about it. 20's me ain't got no time for the discordance.
