The first track reminded me of how unfortunate the late 70s were. So self indulgent. There are redeeming cuts later in the album, but overall this was the aural equivalent of a cocaine binge in a toilet stall.
A lovely album that I didn't expect to enjoy. I wouldn't have listened to it without the generator.
What a lazy and cynical exercise in a valueless genre with a stupid name. “Maybe if we take our lack of musicality and 1 octave-range breathy vocals, and throw in a few turntable scratches, people will think we are avant-garde”
Somewhere between hair metal and butt rock, and can’t make up its mind. Hiring Mutt Lange is a deal with the devil - he will get you some hits, but you’ll have to sacrifice your edge for commerciality.
A fine example of "butt rock". RIP Bon Scott.
When I was 8, I would have given it 5 stars. Of course back then, I also enjoyed eating a spoonful of Tang out of the jar. When I was 15, I would have given it 7 stars. With hindsight, it's clear that this is the peak of 70s excesses. Each song is 50% to 100% longer than it should be. It's bloated, overwrought ... and still fun. His name is Robert Paulson.
I'm stunned that the average review isn't higher. Maybe it's a recency bias. This album is exactly why the "1001 albums" project exists. This is a groundbreaking and culturally significant album, that also happens to be pretty darn good. Is it my favorite Ray Charles album? No. Did it have more impact on the course of American and World music than any other Ray Charles album ... and really most any album? Absolutely.
For poseurs only. Much better music can be found in this genre.
Probably the best of "prog rock" Genesis.
At the time, fans liked it for all the wrong reasons. I disliked it for the same wrong reasons. Well played, Beasties.
It's interesting how people cannot hold two conflicting ideas in their minds. It's possible for BOTH "The Smiths are good" and "Morrrissey is a prat" to be true. One has nothing to do with the other in the context of a review. Review bombing is the hallmark of sad, simple minds. If you don't like Morrissey, boycott his work. But no, that's not enough. You have to use what puny bit of power that you have to try to influence others to not listen to him. Pathetic. Anyway, this album is average. Three stars. And Morrissey is a prat. Still three stars.
This album is very soothing. To the point where it makes me sleepasdf;kjna;sdlkfnlksndf;kdddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
There's an enjoyable song on this album. The problem is that they play it 10 times with different names.
I'm not going to clutch my pearls like some reviewers. All N.W.A. said on this album reflects what a subculture wanted to hear at a certain point in history. Many of those views remain, so take it up with them. That said, this album took hip hop in a pretty nasty direction at a time when casual listeners were starting to pick up on it. There was a battle for the soul of the genre and BDP, Tribe and assorted street philosophers and skilled rappers got pushed to the periphery.