It’s a 5. Get over yourselves Wokesters. No crime was committed. It’s life. It’s complicated. And you’re hypocrites.
Herbie can cook. But after awhile, like everything instrumental, it just becomes background.
Painful. Just painful.
Ray can cook along, but this one is more my dad’s speed. There are others in his catalog that I will play before this one makes the rounds.
It’s alright. A couple of classics and a few dogs pencil it out as average. Considered unhip to not worship him. I can live with that.
Karen loved it!
A Middle School classic! School dance, polyester and bell bottoms…and girls!
So close to perfect.
First and second listen. Not bad…good.
I was 10 when this came out. They didn’t play the Doors on the radio in my town, and my parents listened to a softer sound. It wasn’t until 1979 before I finally escaped to new music. Read No One Here Gets Out Alive in 1980, and that was that!
I loved the Beatles, and was shocked when they broke up. I never could get into Paul’s music post-Beatles, though I bought this record and played the hell out of it. Glad he’s still out there playing, but a bit of a yawn for me.
Not for me.
I’ve tried to like Nick Cave for years, but it just doesn’t take. He bores me.
Ouch. Self indulgent crap. I don’t know why this band is so well regarded. Either whining or noise, or both. Good if you’re having a bad dream or in some fever pitch. This must be a test. Ok, I’ve listened… never again.
A good band with a unique sound. The album rocks hard, and the music is tight. Such a shame about the vocals. It’s not just that Perry Farrell has a bad singing voice. He peels paint. He breaks glass. He makes dogs howl and baby’s cry. I wish the band would reissue this album using different vocals. Maybe AI? Then I’d give it a solid 4.
As I mentioned before, I loved The Beatles. The breakup left my 10 year old brain shattered. I bought this album the year it came out, and still have it today. I really enjoyed listening to it again yesterday… knew most of the words like it was one of my favorites, though it’s been decades since I last played it. It left me sad and pissed. Sad that Lennon was taken from us, first by Ono, then by that other lunatic, Chapman. Pissed that he could be so easily manipulated by a self-indulgent, narcissistic, talentless skirt. I’ve known woman like this, and I’ve lost friends/family because of them. Fuck them! 4 stars because Ono is in the title.
First time listen. Lively and fun. Like a tourist traveling abroad, stumbling into a popping nightclub, pounding generous portions of local rum punch, and hitting the floor in a happy glow of floppy arms and laughter. (Bad Dancing) Rinse and Repeat.
Hard not to like live BB King. Ground breaking? Not really. Just old-school guitar blues, wailing about his baby. Not many like him today. Maybe Kingfish. More needed.
Stoner music! No judgement. Always a good listen every so now and then. Perfect on a full day of doing nothin.
No question, this was a monster of an album. The cat was everywhere during my college years. My then girlfriend/now wife knew every word to every song on this record, and the next several too. Me, he just didn’t float the boat. But I figured, this guy must have talent, he’ll keep it going. Nope, instead of continuing to make more hits, he sat on his hands and collected royalty stacks, marrying a new young princess every decade or so. And now here he is, scheduled to barf out the same tired tunes almost 50 years later to sold out, overpriced stadiums. No fucking thanks. Best thing he ever did was marry Christie Brinkley. Hands down. That earns 3 stars.
More Jazz. Eh, thanks. Didn’t suck.
The original punk rockers. Another album i owned, bought used at my favorite used record store in Pike Place Market in the mid 70’s. I would stare at the cover while listening, wondering what the hell was going on, and why did I liked it so much? I think the liner notes included pictures that were equally disturbing to my prepubescent brain. The Who was one of my favorite bands in the 70’s, and this album definitely played a role in my development.
Post-punk Indie; yuck. With the exception of the Replacements, rock music from the late 80’s pretty much sucked. What’s bad is bad, and you shouldn’t get points for ushering in the Indie era.
There must be a message here. A meaning. A reason. Is it code? Is she a spy? Nobody puts this on simply for their listening pleasure. I’m going with soundtrack to a play that i can sleep thru. At times, pretty. Most times, weird.
It’s alright if you’re into goofy rap. I’m not.
Good album. Not sure I’ll listen to it all that much, but I gave it two spins, and it was cool music to drive to.
About half this album is hits! Wasn’t really my thing at the time, but I can appreciate the accomplishment now. Still, mostly I picture Sting in the 80’s movie Dune as some creepy boy-toy assassin. Shivers.
Hall of Fame rock studs, and this is a good one. Adrenaline sufficiently pumped. Full disclosure: while I certainly knew of this band, it wasn’t until my 14 year-old started cranking their music before I truly appreciated the work. I listened to the likes of Judas Priest and Deep Purple in the 70’s, but missed the boat with Metallica. I’m onboard now. There are times when it’s not only appropriate to spin this album, it’s therapeutic. Rock On!
A couple decent songs. Average.
Not my favorite of his, but his just too damn cool not to love.
Sounds of the times. Love it.
In your face Fuck You! Cringy at times, but definitely a worthy reflection of the sentiment from a community I cannot relate to. Whatever…still a good spin when the mood is right.
I like Bob Marley, but come on… the music is not that special. Another genre that is more popularity, less substance. 3 for my pacifist stoner friends, who I love.
Elvis is Ok. More than a tad overrated. This album bores me.
Never really thought much of these guys or their sound. I was solid in the hard punk sound, and felt these guys were not terribly unique to the genre. Pop Punk? Slow Punk? Glam Punk. Wasn’t for me, and I’m stuck there.
Not inspired.
Just alright. Talented musically, but the whinny vocals never worked for me.
Cat on the Piano! I swear, the start of this album brought back boyhood memories of being woken by our cats walking on the piano keys. They’d sneak into the rec room, then get shut in overnight. Fucking spooky the first few times hearing this in the middle of the night! Anyway, Apple Music calls this Rock. Hardly. I call it pretentious Noise Jazz. I’m sure plenty of folk get a thrill. Not remotely for me.
Fine stuff. Note to self; need to hear more.
Pretty good. Sounds similar to other metal bands of the era. No fucking around with slow melodies and self-absorbed messaging made popular by black metal. These guys cook along at a brisk, head-banging pace, throwing snarls and solid guitar rips along the way. Good old rock n roll!
Nice listen. Love Sarah Vaughan. Really great to hear her live.
Pretty cool. Not really my thing, but I’m learning.
Nice album. Easy listening. Nothing reinvented, but I’d see him live, if he was still alive.
Canadian Prog Rock! Pretty distinctive really, thanks to Lee’s cat-fight howling in the night vocals. Talented for sure, but definitely wasn’t my thing.
Couldn’t get this album on Spot or Apple, so I listened to their top album as rated by AllMusic.com, 1991’s Everclear. Ugh. If California is anything like this one, pass. Don’t know why I must hear this album before I die, but I’m perfectly willing to give it a listen after I’m dead.
Cheesysleazylame.
All good fun here. Fuzzy garage sound with anti-war vibes and rockin jilted boy sulkness. Coulda been a star, but damn that ego thing again.
I lived with my mom when I was in Middle School after she broke free from my dad. Turns out she was a total bra-burning, free-love hippy. Good mom, but not so great role model. This album was heavy in the rotation at our little apartment, and I didn’t know much better, so I enjoyed it. Still do I guess, in moderation. Man, those were weird times.
Beautiful! Mighty sleepy stuff. Gotta remember this for long flights.
Classical example of a poet who should let someone else sing his work. Alas, ego. 2 stars for being uniquely bad.
Bam! My first 5 Stars! Much going on! Great dynamic vocals, big harmonies, nice blend of R&B and electronica. Every song is worth a listen, a few home runs, all unique. Easily in my regular rotation.
Just when I thought the author was on to something, this happens. Why? Who finds this drivel appealing? Psychotics? Ax murders? 3rd grade teachers?! Art is in the ear of the beholder, fine. But there should be no confusion: Shit belongs elsewhere.
Nice album. He made so many, and about half I haven’t heard. This was one.
So Joe Cocker stole their song, made it a star. I was not told. Uncool Joe.
A Monster classic from my youth! As a teen of the 70’s, this is what you blasted from your car Dolby stereo tape deck, or from your 3’ tall Speaker Lab 8’s in your dorm room! You had no chance of getting laid if you didn’t absolutely bow to this band. None. I’d love to ding this a star due to the plagiarism, their refusal to tour again, and The Lord of the Ring reference… but it’s too damn good! Dare I say it? Masterpiece? Hmmmmm.
Fine song. Album is a good listen, but the song is the reason we’re here.
My wife enjoyed this far more than I. She gave it a second listen, which forced me to consider my options; suffer another round or clean the gutters. I chose the ladder.
Not fan of PJ’s.
Chill.
No. Weird. What, you put tits on the album cover and call this talent? Please. They should’ve kept their day jobs and shirts on.
Despite my Punk preference, I was a big fan of the Smiths in the 80’s, and played the vinyl off their first two albums. Lost interest after they split, and gave Morrissey no love. I like this album… a lot. I will put this in the playlist, and dive a little deeper this year. Thanks!
Stone cold Classic! Perhaps the greatest and most impactful Punk album ever. I first heard tracks played on a late night radio show at Colorado College in the winter of ‘80, just as I was getting dragged in. Every song kicks ass, in full fuck-off, with no regrets. I could listen to this anytime, any day, anywhere.
Yes. Like.
A couple of monster songs in the day. Without You reminds of some lonely times during Middle school. Jump into the cooks! Mixed blessings.
Funky and bizarre.
Nope. Never really enjoyed his “music.” To each, her own. In my opinion, he’s boring.
No. Still not a Radiohead fan. In life, we just get bad music. It happens. Damn near everyday. Just because the record companies and all forms of media need to make money, and try every angle to sell you crap, it doesn't mean it is good, or that we have to like it. Just say NO! We can do better than average.
Big Hits Boston! Reminds of a radio station I liked to listen to in Denver back in the early 80’s… KBCO, out of Boulder. They used to play an entire album late at night, and I’m sure this made that rotation. My first exposures to the big rock sounds more popular in the Midwest. Not really my thing, but an A for effort. Ok…. Maybe B+.
Dated, at times, odd… but entertaining enough.
The Cars. Really? Boring name for a band. Why not Buildings, or Tree, or Pavement? Oh, wait… It is a big time album. Hit upon hit in my day. I liked them then, still do today. Love? Close. 4.5
Very good album. Maybe one of his best. But that E-Street sound just doesn’t float this boat. And the stigma! The Boss? Give me a break.
I own this one, and like it a lot. It seems people either love or hate this album. My wife hates it, and is no fan of Alanis. What’s funny is that she once took our 15 year old daughter to an Avril Lavigne concert, and Morissette was the opening act. Isn’t it ironic?
Yeah, I remember this album. Heard it plenty in the way back when. It’s kinda boring music, but I’ll try again. Here goes! Wish me luck! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
It’s a 5. Get over yourselves Wokesters. No crime was committed. It’s life. It’s complicated. And you’re hypocrites.
I recognize that he is an icon, but he’s a bit before my time, so I’m not moved to kiss the ring. This is not his best work, but towards the top. He’s got some great songs, and a couple of good albums, but nothing of special note since the 70’s. Now he’s just an old dude living out the past, selling out arenas for folks living out the past. That’s alright, just not for me.
Pretty funky at times. Not my thing, but didn’t mind it. More background sound.
Pioneers of Grunge? Ok, maybe. Kinda goes to show how bad that genre was. Snooze of an album.
Good. Not my favorite of his, but clearly dropped some serious hits on this one. He’s a stud.
Overrated. Too much Harmony. Folk Rock should not be encouraged.
Nope, catchy, electro-pop tunes, but not unless I’m forced to listen. Change the channel.
Gave it a start. Couldn’t finish. Need to be significantly altered to enjoy this.
Good background music. Would be bored in 10 minutes if I saw this live. I’m sure it’s great fun for the quartet, and gives talented aged-out high school band members a space. But not something I’d seek out on the radio… maybe the morning after a bender.
A couple of hits, but otherwise unpleasant. They have better albums. Saw them live in 79. Head sufficiently banged.
Ray can cook along, but this one is more my dad’s speed. There are others in his catalog that I will play before this one makes the rounds.
A fine punk album. Not Grunge. Mainstream Punk Rock. Love it. Fooled everyone, then pulled the plug. I remember the live audio feed of Courtney Love talking for hours to the gathering mourners at the Seattle Center Fountain. Strange and sad moment for my childhood playground. I grew up 6 blocks from the Garage House… used to get high at the nearby waterfront park as a teen. Knew all the kids who grew up in my hood, but I left long ago, and had no idea Kurt moved in years later. A strange place for them to be… very much not their people. Now a wealthy white enclave of gated drives and Do Not Enter signs.
Gave it a couple spins. Nope. Bad.
The era of diminished returns.
Average soundtrack album. Could’ve picked a better Mayfield disc.
Lord No.
No rejoicing today. Plenty of yawning.
More boring, mildly talented grunge rock.
Another good album from a mediocre band, making this record boringly above average.
Disco sucks! Rinse, repeat. Whatever… some monster songs here.
Fun album, from a group I’m not familiar with. Gave it two spins worth. Good driving music, but hard to take serious.
This album came out the year I started dating my wife. That’s about the only good thing about it.
4.5 Stars. So close. Definitely in my regular rotation.
Heard it before. No need to listen again.
His best album, some will argue. I won’t.
The only thing bizarre is that it made this list. Average rap with simple loops and grade school lyrics.
Love this album. Bought it new, and tore it new grooves. Good choice.
Yes, it is supreme!
Oh yeah, I’ll go 5 here. Great album, with monsters from tip to tail. I got into this a bit late in the game, but some good friends dialed me in about 15 years after the release, and I’ve never turned back. This album always picks me up, reminds me of good times with those same good friends.
Again with Tom Waits? Previous review applies again. No need to wait; Tom can go.
Love a little Elliot Smith. Murder, or suicide? Wish he was still around.
We like this! I’m not sure I found the right “Live” album, but what we got was a winner. We’ll hunt for more!
This guy is pretty strange, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. But this album is boring.
Yes! Thank you! Ska Punk era! RIP Terry Hall. 5
Well, come on now…. Could there be a more influential rock album? Rock song? There’s an argument to be made, but probably a waste of breath. It’s not my all-time, but deserves the accolades of a top ten. So 5, despite the plagiarism.
Beautiful. Iconic album. Not many could recreate his sound and the passion in his lyrics.certainly fewer try today. Gary Clark Jr. is giving it a worthy try though. Another good one I have missed. Murdered by an unworthy madman. If I believed in hell, he’d surely be cookin.
Something I would’ve probably listened to in my annoying teen angst phase. Just sounds shitty now.
I listened, sorta. If these guys hadn’t been in disguise, they would’ve disbanded long ago, exposed as the whack musicians that they truly are. But wow, anonymous eyeball masks make this art? Something my brother would’ve listened to in the late 70’s, and he probably did. He was the first person I knew to have a cd player, payed about $900 bucks for it. And his name was Ralph. And he was fucking weird. Hmmmm. Maybe…
Ella can get it going, and some of these songs are timeless. But others are kinda boring in my opinion. I’m glad she made this album, but she’s got more in her collection that will find my speed. She’s one of the best of her era, and in the top 10 female voices of all time.
Never was much of a fan. Pink Floyd wannabes. Still, not a bad album.
Ugh! So boring! Popular in the UK, but US had other (better) sounds on their plate. Now this Brit lives in the US? Dude, the Queen has passed, the King wants you back. Go. Home.
My wife knew all the words to one of these songs, which left me stunned, given how much I controlled the music in the 80’s. Makes me wonder what else she was up to 35+ years ago. Did I make a mistake? Maybe she’s not the right gal for me! Shit!
Not my thing at the time, but an impressive album, coming on the heels of the monster BOTW, and the breakup. Too cute for me, but I get the appeal. My wife thinks he’s got little-man issues.
Cool dude, but this one is too self indulgent. Stop staring in the mirror… play some music for your fans.
Damn fine album. Perhaps the best Rock n Roll band ever. Not their best work, but 4.8 gets it close. Rounding up a star.
Some big cuts from Cyndi. This album came out during my college years, and took the radio world by the tail. Girls Just Wanna is still played with some regularity today. I thought it was a pretty stupid song in the day, but it is a catchy little beat in its simplicity. While I recognize the big hits here, I never listened to the whole album until today, and I was surprised to discover…. Her voice sucks! WTF? By today’s Pop standard, she’d be a YouTube curiosity at best. I’m glad she had her success in the 80’s, when shit music was the standard, and I hope royalties keep rolling in until her last squeak.
Good music, but a bit boring for my taste. Until now, I always thought Groovin was sung by a black R&B group. Surprised to discover it was written and performed by some dorky white dudes from New Jersey. Caught me again… worth 4 stars.
Ah, Jack White. Took the world by storm. I was caught in the downpour myself, but came to my senses pretty quickly and found some cover. Now I look at this album, and the rest of his work, as whiny, self-indulgent, and seriously overrated, a common occurrence during the last gasps of the rock era.
Oh yes! Where it all began, some would say. While their sound was uniquely different then most Punk outfits, the hard-driving simplicity set a tone that helped advance a new era of music. I own this album, and was lucky enough to catch them live in the 80’s. A band that fortunately never smart enough to realize how influential they were to kids of the 80’s and beyond. American legends, and fun as hell!
Decent album. Previous Morrissey notes apply. Not my favorite of his, but I’ll give others more spins.
Got about halfway thru. Not my thing.
I’m straddling the fence. Love the hard rock and silly 70’s screaming guitar solos, but I can do without the machismo BS that was so typical of the later 70’s rock bands. Yeah, didn’t really like them then, have even less regard for them now.
There was the briefest time in my life when I gave Joan’s music a try. Probably thought it’d make me a more sensitive. Couldn’t justify a good reason to stick with her. I just don’t like it.
Just Ok. My wife owned this one. Big fan. Me, not so much. But I am willing to suffer thru an overpriced stadium show with thousands of sweaty, aging Boomers this summer… cuz I love her and she’s worth it. Barely.
I like it! And I’ve never heard them before. Sounds a bit like Oasis, but better vocals. I’m definitely adding this album to my pantry. Thank you kindly!
Cool album I’ve not heard before. I like this era of hip hop rap. I didn’t at the time, but I’ve warmed to it in my prime. I’ll go a few more rounds here, and see where it leads.
At times, this band will entertain. Trinity Sessions? So painfully slow! I bought it years ago, told it was special. Years later, unable to find anything remotely special about it. Slow. Agonizingly slow.
“England called; they said you’re overrated.” Punk? Hardly. A couple of silver spoon babies acting tough, exposing societal flaws as if weren’t aware, as if they cared. It’s an age thing, not mine, but already done. Nothing to see here.
I got into these guys fairly late in the game, but this album, and all their music, has a found a place in my regular rotation. Hope to catch them live while they’re still upright and touring… and talking to each other.
Pretty average, trending down. Hasn’t aged well.
Good, but modestly overrated. Clapton was the talent, the rest held on for the ride.
Peppy. Lyrics were probably inspired.
I gotta go 5 stars here. Not every song is a gem, but damn close, and there’s enough studs to make this a must have for anyone craving 60’s stoner fueled power-pop. Morrison was a bonafide narcissistic loon, but I can’t help but like his style. Born to die young, never a doubt. The End is a pretty amazing wrap to this great disc, and I’m not ashamed to admit to more than one trip around with this beauty.
Well, it’s quite the song. The rest of the album, self indulgent and boring. Poor dumbass John. The sad example when a man follows his little brain. Can you imagine what the Beatles would have done, at the height of their careers, had a certain drugged-up twat not invaded their world? Imagine had he not moved with her to New York, but stayed in England, far from the weapons of my world?? Still pisses me off. You don’t have to imagine her now; she’s on full display. Fat and happy, living off undeserved royalties, calling her shit art, singing like a scared turkey in November. Yeah, I don’t like her. She broke up the Beatles. She can fuck right off!
Lots of good songs. I like them more when others have them covered. Credit where credit is due. She’s a damn fine writer.
Unique. I approve.
I never gave these guys much of a chance. I’ve heard a song or two from this album, but was never compelled to follow up. Their act isn’t unique. They sound like bands who’ve punched that ticket long before. Kudos for making a living at it.
Couldn’t get this one, so I listened to another from around the same period. Ok. A bit slow.
Great album! And I’m not a Dead fan. Sadly, I will always equate this group to some of my college buddies from the east coast, a handful of silver-spoon frat boys that, to this day, attend dead shows with fervent loyalty. Me, I was a hippy from the Northwest, comfortable with grass and acid, playing Santana and the Ramones in equal time. These friends never touched a joint or a tab before leaving the safety of their upper crust suburban hoods, and remain true to their conservative, exclusive lifestyle, some even Trumpets today. Yet they spun this stuff daily in the 80’s, sang every word, learned the guitar just enough so they could play Friend of the Devil. Now, on occasion, shedding their izods and loafers for jeans and store bought tie dyes to attend endless overpriced arena replicas, confirming to their MyFace friends that they truly relate to this group and their message. Nope. Weird times, then and now. I still text with these guys regularly, getting the occasional invite to join a “Dead” show. No Thank You. I rarely toot my horn, but I am proud I’m not stuck in the musical time warp that so many of my generation suffer from. I’ll happily wear that conceit. But yeah, great album!
Herbie can cook. But after awhile, like everything instrumental, it just becomes background.
People seem to love or hate this album. I love it! 5 stars. Modern Classic! But what happened to Jonathan Richman? Worshipped by millions of white yuppy boomers, who flock to his minstrel shows to hang on his every word. But it’s crap! Boil it right down, it’s simplistic, childish drivel, put to a guitar and sung in dorky, ah-shucks monotone. Sell out? I’ve been to one show in the early 90’s, and was stunned at how boring it was. The shushing hipsters fawning with adoration, me wondering why I wasted good beer money. Modern Lover is a timeless Thing, a discarded message found washed up on a quiet northeastern beach, covered with barnacles and kelp. Rinse off, listen, love.
Interesting album. Odd most of the time, but surprisingly pleasant listen. Not my favorite Bowie effort.
Good little ditty. But it’s still basic country, done before, nothing original nor unique about it. Country needs a spark, otherwise its just retreads.
This is fun. I’ve spun it a couple times now, and I like it. My wife was familiar, but I was ignorant. No surprise, my loss.
Better than most of the solo Beatles project. Still not as good as the sum total. Growing up, he was my least favorite of the four lads, and I wasn’t a fan of his solo work early on. But I’ve warmed some, and besides the obvious monster hit, this album as a whole is pretty good.
Not bad.
Ho hum. Zzzzzz
Say what? Faces? Never heard of them. Stay With Me? Sure, that’s a Sir Rod Stewart song. Seriously, that guy robbed more cradles than Hugh Hefner. When he dies, the makers of Viagra will hang his picture in their lobby in tribute. He’s only 80, so he’s got a few years left to woo another super model. Isn’t love grand? The albums is pretty good. Fun, upbeat. I gave it a few spins.
What? Is? This? 2 stars for not blinding me.
I like it! Some of my early Pop-Punk exposure. 1980, and I fucking loved it! I’m gonna buy this one tonight, cause it deserves $.
Boringly ok.
Couldn’t finish. Not my thing.
Ok. Band is a bit overrated, as are their hits.
Odd stuff lately. This one is a gem… a poop nugget.
Of the 80’s ska bands that made it, these guys probably hit the highest chart peak. Certainly weren’t the best in my opinion. Specials, The Beat, and The Selecter were all the real shit, while the “Our House” boys sold their precious souls for cash. Trite little tunes of 80’s joy. No harm, no foul. Just a bit boring. Go spin Too Much Pressure. Boom!
Legendary album. Groundbreaking band. No denying their appeal. I spent a wee bit of life spinning this stuff, but it never really stuck, and I quickly moved on. Too dark. Too slow. And come on… Ozzy’s voice is fingers on chalkboard pleasing. 4 stars, because duh.
Not a big Motörhead fan. Ace Of Spades is fun, but the rest of it hums the same noise. Lemmy is a legend, mostly as a skirt chasing booze hound. Guys like him are getting rare, and I miss that.
Still overrated.
Pretty good album. Kinda quirky at times, but rolled some nice bass lines throughout.
Catchy little ditties. I wanted to sing along, but it didn’t sound quite right replacing all the N-Words with “N-Word”. And there a lot on N-Words. So not for me. And anyway, most rap sucks, and this one is no exception.
Great Album. Early Stones is hard to beat.
Ok. A bit boring. Nothing special.
It’s alright. A couple of classics and a few dogs pencil it out as average. Considered unhip to not worship him. I can live with that.
Nope. Good for MMA, and meats in the barracks. Soundtrack for the Deplorables.
Pretty cool album! Worthy of another trip or two.
Pretty. Dreamy. Back in my pot smoking days, this would fit the bill nicely. Unfortunately, I’m sober and alert. Relaxation is a no go.
Ok. Not my favorite. A bit too mellow. Need bad boy kinks.
Funk yeah! Love it!
I remember well when these guys landed on MTV and took the music world by the balls. Mostly just a fad, and not terribly good. But their timing was everything, making their hits and unique brand a legend that stands the test. I rejected them initially, like most things MTV. But you couldn’t escape their infectious and energetic bop, those stupid outfits, and their unrivaled weird. As for this album, I love Uncontrollable Urge. The rest, yawn. 4 stars for creativity. Minus a star for making MTV a household name.
When a rest is required, I go here.
A story is being told. Somewhere out there, there’s an audience. Not here. No one is listening.
Very nice! I will spin this again. Reminds me of my mom’s hippy boyfriends, many Nam vets. Nice dudes. A little messed up, but friendly. We need more of them. And this.
Genesis was never my thing. There’s skill, and a melody. But it’s boring. Shrug, move on.
Have it. Love it. Miss it.
Stone Cold Classic! From originals to covers, it’s a 5.
Overrated east-coast twits with nary a decent nor useful thought between the lot. Smoke this rubbish, and pay the boys their money.
Not bad. A bit boring. The Weight will always play. Easy Rider is the lesson plan for America in the 60’s hippy era. Man, what a weird time it was. Still, better than what we got going down now.
This is a cool album. And I don’t really like these guys. Or do I? I’m definitely no fan of Sex on Fire. Hate hearing it actually. How can I like these guys? I can’t. I won’t. But I like this album. Oh yeah, I’ll spin it again. Go figure.
It’s Ok. Not my favorite. Funny that Stand was supposed to be the hit, but Everyday People snuck in to take the prize.
My previous opinion applies; overrated and pretentious. Not impressed. But I’ll give it 2 stars for the angsty adolescent vibe.
Timing is everything, and this one crushed the start. Yes, the hits are obvious, and at this point, overplayed. But it’s the rest of their work that makes it a classic. I’ve moved on from these guys, and that rowdy stupid spot in life… but it was a fucking blast cranking this in the 90’s and living life large. Still a classic. Smiles.
Seriously? The only folks that listen to this are introverted boys too smart for their own health, and men with high IQs and no ability to use it for good. Padded cells and heavy meds get them thru the day. Why remaster this shit?
Folk No! Such 60’s era nonsense. Pretentious, acid fueled sleep sounds. Hangman missed the mark here.
Folk No! Such 60’s era nonsense. Pretentious, acid fueled sleep sounds. Hangman missed the mark here.
I heard a bit of this dude growing up, and my thoughts at the time remain true 40 years later. Sucks. Really sucks.
The Boys have always been overrated, but thanks to their genre, plus pale pasty appearance, they’ve been anointed some cult fame, with plenty of fortune. A couple of good songs. Otherwise, nothing close to special. Just another long list of shit music in a slow era.
Not Bad. Not my gig, probably won’t listen again unless forced.
My Wife says 5 stars, but I just can’t do it. I will recognize their 80’s era greatness, and appreciate they’re still alive and mostly intact. But I just don’t swing their way. Ain’t my flavor. Still, I’ll probably go see them if they come to town. Happy Wife, Happy Life.
It’s a hell of a song, there’s no denying. Don said it all when once asked what the song meant; “It means I don’t have to work anymore.” Damn near a 1 hit wonder though. The rest of the album; ho-hum. But what a wonder! 4 stars for the day the music died.
Better to have not been guided to listened to these voices.
Man, I do love this album, and I do love this man. It’s pretty amazing how this all came about; from the ashes of a destroyed kingdom, wrecked and bumming around the UK in depressed isolation. Fuck that, pull yourself out! Make some cassettes, play every instrument on every song, hand out and see who listens. Everyone. Uh Dave, this fucking rocks, go get a band! It’s a unique story. Had Kurt missed his head, the Foos might never have been. And as much as I revere Nevermind, I like Dave and the FF’s far more than I miss Nirvana. Anyway, the album; top to bottom, kicks ass. Sets the tone for this man’s ever evolving incredible journey.
I can picture my dad be-bopping to this album. He was such a nerd in the 50’s, but he’d pretend to like rock n roll to impress all the Boston ladies. What he really liked was playing Bridge, drinking coffee all day, and chain-smoking Lucky Strikes with his MIT frat brothers. Buddy was the real deal. Same age as my dad.
A couple of cool tunes. Most of the songs are a bit odd, repetitive. And like everything he does, ego centric. Maybe I just don’t trust young bald guys.
The Bee Gees are proof positive that man can lead a rewarding and successful life after self-castration. Though it is still not recommended.
Maybe this should be called “1001 Songs” instead of albums. Cause this is a great song… referring, of course, to Time of the Season. I mean really great song. The rest is pretty bland stuff. One Hit Wonder? Don’t know enough about them to judge. But this is a monster dish looking for a home on a better platter.
Excellent album, one I don’t listen to enough.
Boring. Got thru half a listen.
Rap? I guess. Art Rap more like. Not good.
Love Beck. Love his story, his voice, and his music. Some would call this one his best, and their case is strong. I like a few others a bit better, so I’ll go 4.7 here, and put it back in the rotation.
Not really a Nina fan. Just too moody. Obviously she’s talented, so it’s clearly more about my lack of appreciation. I’m ok with that.
A live album. Odd when these make a “must listen” list. And I do love a good live album. This one is just alright.
Like it some.
Mildly there.
Another overrated NY Art Punk act that was far less about punk… or music, or art. Just yuck. I mean, in the 70’s, New York was such a shit hole, inhabited by overmedicated, self-indulgent brats. Give me California hippies any day of the week over these filthy fakes. Otherwise, not a bad effort.
Interesting. Not great, but a few gems.
Never heard, not bad.
Pretty cool. No need to translate; funked along nicely.
Still don’t get the fascination with these lads. Is it because Smith sounds gay, wears lipstick, and dresses like Count Dracula? I get that there are people who like depressingly morbid music, but this is an act, and not worthy of the accolades.
Big pop album. Not my thing, but hard to escape hearing it in the day. Prince was a pretty special talent, but just not to my taste, then and now. Known now for joining the long list of dead musicians who drugged just a little too hard.
Oh god, no. Whining, bitter quasi-feminist music has its place, but not here. Old news; this genre had a good run, but just sounds dated and irrelevant now. Get over it, find a new love, and move the fuck forward!
Not bad for a date raper.
It’s the album by which all Reggae is measured. Not a masterpiece, but beautiful work non the less. I appreciate him more as I get older, but unlike a few of my good friends, I won’t spin this daily. Love it.
A lot of T&A on this lady, and her daddy knew just how to use it. I must be an old fuddy-duddy for sure, cuz this is all about bitchin and fuckin. A lot of unwanted babies were conceived during the playing of this album.
Painful. Just painful.
Nope. Hippy dippy silly prancing merrymakers.
Jimi!
Old school crank call.
Pretty cool. I like it. Nice mix of genres.
Trendy choice, given the East Coast bias about literally everything. At the end of the day, this album is average at best.
ELP… clearly a bushel of talent. Yet there songs either sound spliced together, or written for some theatrical accompaniment. Big sounds, some great notes of jazz, mixed with some spaced out stoner vibes. Reminds me of my brother growing up, and not in a good way.
Pretty good. Weird, but not bad. You can hear The Beatles sound and influence in this album, from the Sargent Pepper era. Fun, but about the time things began to come off the rails.
God bless James Brown! One of a kind. Saw this badass back in the early 90’s, on Seattle’s downtown waterfront. A bit long in the tooth by then, but still managed to light it up like it was 1968! This album I own, and gets in the rotation on a regular basis. I love him and miss him!
These guys were badass! Timeless cooking.
Not my favorite of his. In fact, once he turned 30, it was all down hill.
Well that was fun. Just made my 27 year-old punker of a son sit thru this ABBA album on a drive across the city. Groaning like a 2nd grader. “Make it stop!” The price you pay when you come home to freeload. More tortures to come.
I like Iggy! He’s a Punk pioneer, and a certified bad little bitch. Some of his stuff I love, and his latest album is solid. Never was a big fan of this album, but I get the appeal. God love and keep Iggy Pop!
Hey Hey, I loved this show! Davey Jones was the teen idol, but Micky was my favorite. This is pretty cool, never heard before, and sent me down a deep rabbit hole. I’m gonna dive a bit deeper, see what’s lurking at the bottom.
Average.
Beach Boys were not my scene. Too clean cut, overly melodic, boring. They just never broke thru my need for long hair, bell bottoms, and that free lovin vibe. Dennis was a mess, but at least he could surf.
Hip vintage stuff. Doesn’t stand up too well to the musical sounds of today, but it was new and cool in our parents lives, probably got them all smoking reefer.
Beautiful album, with fine cuts throughout. Moonflower is my favorite, has been since the 70’s. But this is one of their best.
They probably had a place in the post-punk, Brit-noise era. Fun I guess, but like many 80’s British bands, they just don’t age well.
Kinda fun for a moment, before becoming annoyingly repetitive. Like a couple of young dudes discovering new buttons to play with on their older brother’s synth in the garage. Soon all the stoner bros in the hood stop by, to be gobbled by the radness of it all.
Oh boy, this one takes me back to the good place. 1984, the world in front, school in the rear, girlfriend in tow. Where we paused, the turntable found power and the needle did damage. Add the Cerwin Vega amp and ridiculously large speakers, and our neighbors enjoyed this album on a weekly basis. Sorry, not sorry!
Nope, not rewarded by this listen. I mean, I heard it. It penetrated my space every so often, a distraction that lasted less than a moment, then quickly shoved back to that area already occupied by all the other daylight noises… distant cars, the construction project next door, the AC fan, the damn phone ringing, the wife. It failed to deliver; join the list.
In my opinion, his best album. Tip to tail, I love this thing, know all the lyrics, and would spin it weekly on full blast so I could sing along and not hear myself. One year at summer camp back in the early 70’s, I had a tent leader who played a 12 string acoustic with harmonic neck holder, and he just crushed Neil Young songs. It sounded so damn sweet, and I was hooked forever. Many great songs on this album, but my favorite is Cripple Creek Ferry, mostly because I loved singing it, and it made no sense.
Good stuff, love Ray Charles. Genius is probably a stretch.
Not gonna lie, I was digging a trench while listening to this album. Between the two, not sure which was worse. No doubt I’ll dig more trenches. The other? You’re asking too much of me.
I am a huge JAM fan, and consider them to be among the top 3 coming out of the UK. They were on top when Paul sent his dad in to announce the break up to his bandmates. Shitty! I guess he’s since had a solid career, but he’s not achieved the level of success he had with The JAM. Don’t know why he decided to go a different direction with his music, and he clearly has no regrets. Good for him. I own this album, and it’s not bad. I guess I bought it simple due to the connections with his former band. It’s not as good, not even close.
Rick James again? One too many on this list. He’s good, their stuff is funky, but the songs average about 3 minutes too long. Hard to dance too, but great if you’re trippin. This one has its moments, but gets a bit boring after a while.
Never liked these guys much. Odd, considering I liked other bands from that era that had a similar sound… U2, Icehouse, The Smiths, to name a few. Maybe these guys are too soft and cuddly for my taste… like a gaggle of “cool” high school girls’ gay best friend. Back in the day, I needed a harder edge to my post-punk music, and these guys were simply a boring, mainstream version of better bands.
It’s music. It’s not annoying.
Wow! She’s a charmer. N-words, bitches and unwanted babies… let’s promote that. Get that money.
One of a handful of shock artists from the 60's and 70's that actually had some talent. HIs music is diverse and complex, and often hard to enjoy. Setting aside his narcissistic personality and cult status, (which I'll admit clouds my musical rating) this album jams along nicely. My older brother had a large poster in the 70's of Frank sitting nude on a toilet, presumably taking a shit. Later that poster ended on the wall of the only bathroom in a shared house, and I had to stare at his ugly naked self far longer than anybody should. My brother had a kinship with Zappa. Weirdos need leaders too. That's America.
Silly little fella.
Weird Nelson. Can’t sing, can’t play. Stick to crime, Baby Face!
No. These guys suck. Boring, whiny. What genre is this anyway? If Rock has an Overrated list, put these spaced-out crooners in the top ten.
Happy Hippy music from a strange land. Sounds like so many others, none of them particularly good. Hey, young folks we’re all getting high, ditching their clothes and skipping the shower. Free love baby! Dudes had it made, getting laid without trying. This music reflects that mood. Dumb, bland and easy. Poor misguided lassies.
Haven’t heard it in a while, and I like it! Not typically a fan of female punkers. Call me sexist, but they typically screech too much. These ladies sounds sultry, melodic, and pissed. And the rock it with authority. More listens required!
Another band my pretentious brother used to listen to. Ugh, he was an obnoxious twat! Kraftwerk. My first exposure to “German” music. “What weirdos!”, my prepubescent brain screamed. Europe must suck if this is the crap they’re grooving to. No thank you! I’m older now, only marginally wiser. These guys might be pioneers, but they’re still weird. But Europe kicks ass!
Strange. There are so many Ellington live albums out there. Why this one? Regardless, clearly talented, but after a few numbers, it’s background. Gotta be a middle school band kid to not be bored by this.
Another head scratchers; why remaster? Putting a rose in a pile of shit won’t change the stink on my shoes. Whatever…
No particular opinion. Not great, but not bad. Recognizably boring? Sad Dusty, died to young. Had she come around in this era, she’d have been a superstar.
Classic album, with lots of mileage on these tracks. Not a big fan, but worth a spin now and again.
Modern day Queen of easy listening. She’s got a nice voice. I could sleep to it.
He’s a cool cowboy, no doubt. I spent some formative years on a working ranch in Texas, and brother, this fella’s voice takes me back to the boys shooting the breeze around the corral. Tough, real, and thoughtful.
I love Madonna, for a variety of reasons. Her music is down on that list. Much respect for the true Queen of Pop, but the sound just doesn’t move the needle with me.
Big, familiar sounds. I don’t love it, but don’t hate either. They’d make a decent, overpriced Vegas act at the Sphere.
Love the Beatles. Their music helped shape me. This album… not their best imo, but still goes 5 stars.
Pretty lame.
Raising Hell in my brain. More like raising hellish nightmares. Hell has raised bad music to a new level, and it's name is Run-D.M.C. Ok, maybe a bit harsh. But mama didn't raise no fool; this stuff is hell on my ears. Run away!
A bong-load of boring background.
Godfather of AltCountry! Own it!
Nope. This rests neatly between the steamy bottom layers of a 3-day outdoor summer concert porta-pit. Fuck this twat.
Not a fan, but mildly amusing.
You’re killing me. There’s only two reason this band got airtime; Kurt, and Kurt’s death. Seriously… she’s an awful singer, pitiful guitarist, and a terrible human. You do know they used to just turn her amp off during live shows? I saw her live a few times… that’s what you did growing up in Seattle. And I was at the fountain to mourn Kurt, listening to her slobber about how hard she tried to help him. Goddamn, what a load of horseshit! The rest is history. What a horrible skank.
These guys were not really my flavor back in the day, but I was guilty of cranking them up when no one was looking. Ssh… I like it!
Bought it right when it came out, and still love it today. Blistering pace, old school punk vibe in new package. Throw backs, and really one of the few rock bands left standing today. Seriously… rock is dead in America… but these guys will live forever!
Kinda fun for a while, but ultimately fails to keep me interested. And occasionally, it’s annoying. Not good.
Weird romantic euro death metal. I love the French, but they shouldn’t try to emulate the worst parts of other country’s music. The French suck at rock, but that’s ok. They’re great at other stuff. Pastries. Strong coffee. Hedgerows. Protesting.
Ah, classic Frat boy music from the 50’s/60’s. My dad loved these guys! Makes me ponder on what he was supposedly like in college; sitting around with his frat brothers wasting the day, playing cards and chain smoking Lucky Strikes, bemoaning about not getting laid (similar to gamer bros today). Then he met my mom, quickly flunked out, and the rest is history. The music is dated but fun. The cigs eventually took my pop, but this album brought him back for a while.
Love it!
Imagine lying in your Dentist’s chair, semi delirious from the combination of novocaine, laughing gas, and pain. The dental dam makes it impossible to talk or swallow, and the jaw clamps are trying to tear your lips off. The Dentists appears, tools in hand, and adjusts the light to near blindness. Is he smiling behind his mask and spit shield? He mumbles, but you can’t understand. The high screech of the drill begins, growing louder as it goes to work. Is that smoke? You begin to squirm, and close your eyes. DON’T GO INTO THE LIGHT! Then you notice the office audio is playing Pet Shop Boys. Oh no, too late. You’re dead. Nightmare.
I was never a big fan of these guys, but I get their impact at the time. To me, their sound was fairly generic and unrefined, with average vocals at best. Probably a fun night if I saw them live, but otherwise, pretty blah.
All the hippie chicks in my high school wanted to look like Stevie Nicks. I dated a girl, an aspiring singer, who spent her junior year as a Nicks devote. Senior year, she went with Nancy Wilson. Whatever… she was cute either way. Monster group of the 70’s. My mom turned righteous hippy early in that decade and spun these guys often. I was never a huge fan, certainly never spent good money on their albums. But I enjoy them in small doses, and reminisce about that sweet girl in high school.
My wife is prepared to sing this entire album, in order. Yeah, heard it often, and payed way too much to see their live act. Even spent a night in Winslow Arizona, and stood on the corner like a dumbass tourist. Such is the life of a husband married to a white chick of the 70’s.
Gangsta rap at its finest. It’s kinda hard to believe this guys not dead from aids, drugs or guns. At some point, he figured out how to stay relatively clean and wear the dirt too. Probably a good, very forgiving women. Now the guy is so mainstream, it’s laughable. I wonder if Martha Stewart or the network heads ever bothered to listen to these over-the-top misogynistic lyrics? Maybe someone will sing Gin and Juice or For All My Niggaz and Bitches song on the Voice? That, I’d watch!
Dated and overrated. Stale and pale.
Giants of my youth. Gotta admit that I was fascinated with Cass’s size. She was perhaps the fattest famous person I’d ever seen. Why that bothered my 5 year old self is beyond me, but I’d stare at the album cover for hours. My dad was a big fan, and these stoners helped usher in his hippy days. We went from crew cuts to shoulder length overnight, and I was complaining. My dad loved to harmonize along to the music. It seemed to be some of his happiest moments. I’m not really a fan, but it’s always nice to trip down the old brain lane.
Pretty good. Never heard before. Might give it another spin.
Rundgren and Zappa tried to out-weird each other in the 70’s. In my opinion, Frank came out on top, in terms of both talent and success. There are a few TR songs I do like, so I’ll go 2 here. That’s generous, as this album is most definitely rubbish.
Hard not to enjoy this fun album. I own it. Haven’t played it in forever, but it’s solid.
Not bad. Different. Never heard. Spa like. But in the right setting… like a lazy sun-drenched afternoon on the veranda, overlooking the unsettled Hawaiian surf, palm trees high above, pressing into warm trade winds like reporters covering hurricanes, eyes weary yet fighting the nap that will not be denied … well then, this album is just about right.
Iggy and the Stooges. The Fathers of Punk Rock! How he’s still kicking is beyond me, but I love it!
Not unpleasant. Not incredible. Somewhere in the middle. Nowhere near my rotation.
It’s Nirvana in sweaters! I always thought it odd that Kurt changed the lyrics to In The Pines. My mom, born of the Southern States, used to sing the song to me as a tot in the 60’s, using the Lead Belly version. Her mother sang it to her in the 30’s, shortly before Belly’s recording. I always knew it as Black Girl, and loved hearing it before bed. Kurt, a fan of LB, changed it to My Girl for this album. Still beautiful and haunting, but even more so using the original lyrics. Wish he had. Anyway…. Courtney Killed Kurt.
What’s there to say? What a beautiful album. Bow down to the Queen! God Bless Aretha Franklin, the One and Only!
One hit song does not make a good album. Lots of noise here. No thanks.
Look at the Lads! Growing right before our eyes and ears. Not the innocent Fab Four anymore. Now it’s sitars and sex in a smoke filled package. Love these damn hippies!
As bad as they come. I mean, if you’re in on weird and creepy dark ages and mystic noise, then you’ll love it. For the rest of us not living in a padded cell, this is shit.
An album right out of the pages of 70’s folk rock, and it’s not bad. Not for me, but not unpleasing.
Rocks with the best. Underrated movers of the 70’s.
Classic! Miss him.
I wouldn’t buy it. I wouldn’t even steal it on Napster.
Zzzzzzz.
Funny hippy tunes from a better era.
The iconic album that shook the world and created a new fashion line. Grunge arrived, flamed bright, and soon died, high and isolated in an room above a garage in a rich man’s Seattle neighborhood. I had college friends from across the country blasting this disc, asking if I’d ever met Kurt. Had to break the news that Kurt wasn’t from Seattle, but rather a depressed logging town near the coast, about 100 miles as the crow flies. Ironically, he died not far from where I grew up. My crew and I used to get high in a little park by the lake just below his house. Rode my bike by there many days and nights, and had friends raised throughout the hood. I never knew he lived there until after he pulled the trigger. After… friends and relatives would want to visit the park and see his house. It got so bad, security was posted, once screamed obscenities when my Chicago cousin got too close. The fashion line wasn’t new. It’s what we wore. My wife ran into an old high school classmate of mine from the 70’s, who described me as “Grunge before Grunge was cool!” She wasn’t from Seattle, but I assured her it was a compliment. Anyway, Courtney killed Kurt.
A good album. Not my favorite, but I could listen all day. His electric guitar work, while unique, has never been particularly good, yet manages to rock hard with the best of the bunch. His strength is his writing, which has carried the rest of his modest skills for decades. I’ve got no problem with that. God Bless Neil Young!
This album is way to slow for my taste. Fever dream stuff. Can you imagine going to their concert? Ugh. Damn chairs better recline, cuz I am out!
Tip to Tail, this one is a classic. God Bless the Rolling Stones!
What do you get when you combine Rock, Rap, and Pop? Shit.
I have listened, and I have forgotten. Next!
Dylan is a cult folk hero to many. Age wise, I missed his heyday, and will admit I haven’t tried hard to catch up and join the flock. I think it’s a New York, Center-of-the-Universe thing… and that’s foreign to me. Repulsive actually. I honestly like everything about him and his music, and this album is one of his best. There is growth in me left to be done before I die, if only I’d let it happen. Bob might lead me.
Oh boy… My dad sure loved the title track. He used to sing along in harmony, and wasn’t half bad. For a ROTC and MIT grad of the late 50’s, sporting a high and tight and building missiles for Boeing, he sure struggled with the sexy powers of the budding hippy movement. Burning bras only helped fuel his transformation to the left, and before long, his goatee was born and leaves were burnt. And goddamnit, I had to listen to this shit! Yuck. It’s not awful.
Fun album. I used to have it on vinyl, but now it’s all in the cloud. Legend.
Unoriginal. Doesn’t hold water. Boring.
Fun. Simple. Sophomoric.
Pretty cool. I’ll lend more ear.
Top notch album! I own, I like. Not quite a 5, but oooooooh so close.
A big player. My wife has all the lyrics down pat, and when I fired this up on the hi-fi, hips were in full sway. That alone gets them 4 stars.
Sounds like a garage band from a developing nation. Not awful. Wait…Can? As in, they’re playing with cans? Ok then… street performers in a developed nation. Not particularly good, but at least they’re enjoying themselves. How can you not when you’re beating on cans.
Fun and sexy.
“Post Rock Trailblazers”, according to some dweeb’s review on Apple Music. First, why call it Post Rock? Rock is alive and well, and this shit is nothing like rock. Post Music is more like it. As in, after music, you have noises from amps. I guess that could be Pre Music too. Oh well. Second, Trailblazers? Where have they been? Which way are they headed? How soon will they leave? Lastly, this sucks.
God, this album just crushed it! Stoned or sober, 5 STARS!
This is America, and America has truly gone to shit!
Overrated little art project from a wee lad with large ego.
5 Stars. And so appropriate. The fascist circus is back in town. God Bless Green Day!
Hard rock gods, at the pinnacle of their genre, where most try and fail to reach. I’m no worshipper, but my respect has been earned.