Heavy metal is not my thing usually, but I liked the raw production and punk influence in parts. Even some of the more Proggy sounds weren’t too sickening. Enjoyed it on the whole, especially all the singing about running, nice to hear of such a healthy bunch of lads.
Really loved revisiting this. There’s a great, eclectic mix of funky hip hop, raucous punk and really evocative lyricism and vocal delivery. As an album we’re getting our moneys worth for sure.
The highlight on this album is the orchestra /band, they sound sharp and I bet this gig was amazing. It’s also charming to hear Brown before his funk period, there’s almost an innocence to the record in hindsight.
There’s 10 songs on this album and 5 are about dancing, 4 about girls and one about work.
Still, good album. Before the… unpleasantness…
Right, not much to say about this album apart from the fact it laid down the blueprint of punk as it is still recognised today.
Still sounds fresh, still punches, superb.
Lots of noodling guitars and blues-y riffs. Not bad, certainly better than Smoke on the Water suggests.
Sounds exactly like a pastiche of the genre and time it was released. I tried to get in to it but it sounds like Flight of the Conchords ripping 80s European electronic pop, though not funny.
Still bangs, sounds fresh and his ear for a sample is near unparalleled
In its historical, socio-political context I understand how this was an important record, but it doesn’t really seem to deviate from a single musical motif the entire album.
Sounds exactly as you’d expect.
A real sense of place and time with this one; funky psych guitairs, vinyl scratching, gravel voiced rapping; all very evocative of NYC in the late 80s/90s. A surprising diversity of approach and songwriting. Not all of it lands but still holds up well.
Funnier than I was expecting, real wit in the songwriting.
It’s a shoegaze album. But a critically acclaimed shoegaze album. Make of that what you will.
Yes, drugs are bad. But on the other hand; Station to Station by David Bowie.
It’s one of the greatest albums of all time, if not the greatest.
Darker and more stripped back than some of his other offerings, but great guitar led, introspective, thoughtful folk
Pleasantly surprised by this record. Great lo-fi indie reminiscent of British indie in its unpolished era, with hints of Neutral Milk Hotel (before the… unpleasantness….). Was a bit put off initially by the sheer number of tracks but the album never drags. Definitely one to revisit.
Blues album that never really kicks out of second gear, some flashes of brilliance, before the… unpleasantness…
Might be a bit unfair because he was 76 when it was recorded, but there we are.
Sounds like listening to City of God (before the… unpleasantness…) playing in the other room. Never quite hooks enough to make you sit down and watch the film, maybe because you saw it in Uni and think you remember the ending, but then BAM, they’re at the door with the pizza and you’re thinking I didn’t order pizza, what’s going on here. Then you realise it must have been an online order delivered to you in error, meaning they can’t take it back, so you basically have a free pizza. So you think maybe you’ll sit down and watch City of God after all. And do you know what? You quite enjoy it.
That’s what this album is like.
After all the years I’ve listened to REM I’d never actually listened to this in its entirety. I will definitely be doing so again. Early enough to have that rawness to it it, but late enough to sound distinctly assured.
Nice voice and opens with an ok track, before the… unpleasantness…
Cheesy, radio-friendly soft rock/pop. Mad to think this guy was in Traffic.
Forgotten how rave-y this album was. So evocative of the 90s jungle scene in Bristol, as it matured into something beyond warehouses. Before the… unpleasantness…
Hard recommend and got 2 spins today, one immediately after the other.
Mad to think that it sounded like this BEFORE the drugs. And… unpleasantness…
Still, clearly important if not particularly enlightening in this day and age.
Mad to think that it sounded like this BEFORE the drugs. And… unpleasantness…
Still, clearly important if not particularly enlightening in this day and age.
Always thought of Cooke as more of a crooner, but this set bangs at times. Great backing band, unmistakable charisma and a virtuoso performance. I’m a convert!
Just a load of repetitive noise from a piano-bashing nonce.
Forgot how awesome this record is. Hits are hidden among soulful and sweet and sonically luscious tracks. Absolute solid gold.
I understand why he blew his brains out now.
Pitiful self-pitying jangle fest from a racist. I know the 80s were bleak but there’s no excuse for this.
I was born in the decade this was made and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have liked this even then.
Saying that, it’s a very evocative record that I’m sure makes sense for the soundtrack of a period drama about the 80s.
Not for me, but I get why people dig it.