All the magic you believed in as a child is real, and this music is the proof.
A certified freaky album. And by that I mean 70% 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖞, and 30% 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.
The perfect distillation of hedonistic fun, and a non-stop party that somehow doesn't let up even once for 70 whole minutes.
I can definitely see why people would like this a lot, but the sludgy, grungy sound permeating through the entire album really isn't for me.
I could really have done without all the covers, but the highlights go *just* hard enough for this to edge or to three stars.
If by "groovy" they meant "bland, unobtrusive and utterly inoffensive", they were spot on.
Surprisingly tame for the way it presents itself. Dr John often ends up sounding more like an off-beat but ultimately gentle character from a cartoon rather than an actual voodoo doctor. The music's pretty chill though.
A collection of funky and well-crafted beats; it's just a shame that most of the songs don't really change or evolve all that much and often run on for a minute or two too long. It's still pretty neat background music though.
If I had been a teenager seeing them live in 1990, this might well have been completely groundbreaking. Listening to this in my bedroom in 2024, however, I cannot help but to wish I was listening to a bunch of other bands instead, all of which did a similar thing but better.
POV: Your uncle, who considers himself 'the funny guy', wakes up one lazy sunday morning and decides to whip out some silly, McCartney-esque songs. The result is tolerable, occasionally even pretty good, but most of all just kind of pointless.
All the magic you believed in as a child is real, and this music is the proof.
Guys will hear a record full of energetic and sloppily played acoustic punk songs full of frustration and just think "hell yeah"
Just as an experiment, I listened to all these songs followed directly by the originals being covered. My findings: not only do these versions add nothing whatsoever to the source material, every single one of them is also inferior in terms of sound, arrangement and personality. Really, you could listen to a compilation album of the original tracks and be much better of. How this got to occupy one of the precious 1001 places in this list is completely beyond me.
It's Chic being Chic except it isn't Chic except it secretly really is just Chic. Pretty funky.
They do the shouty flute thing over pseudo-medieval folk tunes and I clap my hands and say 'more! more!'
Wherein Ray Davies decides to show the world he's the master of writing incredibly catchy yet intricate pop vignettes 15 times in a row. Seriously, this thing just does not miss; it's one of the most consistently fun 40 minutes you can possibly have.
Recommended for: - old hippies who get sentimental when someone says "we just to need to, like, unite humankind, you know" - hip hop fans anxiously pondering what to show to their grandma who just asked to be shown some of their music - people who REALLY like Sly and the Family Stone samples
I'm all for some good ol' Dumb Fun Rock now and then, but this just isn't even remotely Fun, leaving the Dumb part to stick out like a very sore thumb.
Sure, the whole album is just Little Richard doing his one thing, but he does that one thing with enough power and conviction to earn himself a solid three stars.
Jeru isn't fooling me. He's not a gangster, he's just a big ol' goofball. He may be rapping about his unparalleled skills, breaking backs, blowing up the World Trade Centre and most definitely not being a misogynist, but deep down he's really just a goofball.
A certified freaky album. And by that I mean 70% 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖞, and 30% 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.