Ballads are straight 70s cheese, hits are good but hard to listen with having heard them 10000 times. Still, undeniable talent and quality music. Would be better with Screaming Man Chorus.
It’s Pixies: soft-LOUD-soft-LOUD. Amelodic shrieking. Sneering lyrics. The band is always at their best when they’re doing deranged 60s pop. See: Nirvana, Weezer. It’s hard to listen now without putting the whole of rock music from grunge to now in context as post-Pixies. The screaming punk songs sound dated, not able to scare my parents any more. Record sounds AWESOME. I can hear every time a pick touches a guitar string and every high hat splash and bass drum kick burrow into my head. It’s no Doolittle, but what is? Boobies.
It’s hard to listen objectively when I’m sobbing uncontrollably and getting lost in Colin’s voice. One of my all-time favorite records. The only real questions worth pursuing: is Butcher’s Tale a good song? (A good song no, but it’s surprisingly effective. Puts me in some sort of evil trance). Should TotS have been on this record? (I vote no. Great song, but it stands out both because of overplay and very different sound from the rest of the album).
It’s funny that The Beatles get all the credit for doing the R&B->bubblegum->psychedelic rock pioneers thing, but the Zombies did it, in fewer recordings, skipping the bubblegum stage, and were often better. The Beach Boys skipped R&B and made one classic album. Give me Odessey over Pet Sounds or Sgt Pepper’s any day of the week.
This is a 5-star album and anyone who says otherwise is a BUFFOON. I’m looking at you, phlops.
BB is in fine voice, as good as any period in his career. The band is absolutely on point- props to the drummer and bass man. The crowd is eating out of his hand, which isn’t surprising seeing the level of playing on display. It’s difficult to put in perspective now how revolutionary his one-string blues playing would have been in 1965, now that every John Mayer goofball plays that way too.
It’s sometimes hard to not want to just switch to another recording though. “How Blue Can You Get” at Cook County Jail is one of the most powerful blues recordings ever, this version pales in comparison. Big-band blues has never been my favorite. The best tracks are without the full band and focus more on the legendary guitar and singing.
Cool drum sound in most of the songs, but repetitive track-to-track. Nice and swaggery, though it seems like that was the end of the inspiration. Unless you’re The Cars, New Wave singing is always the WORST. I could have been happy hearing “Dog Eat Dog” or “Feed Me to the Lions” in a playlist without ever listening to the whole record.
Ugh. After reading the Wikipedia page I see that the drum sound is ripped uncredited from African musicians and the Native American fetishization stands out even more. Yuck.
…what the shit?
This sounds like improvisational jazz (not a good thing) played by people taking many drugs of varying effects. I tried to zone out and let the lack of melody stir up something in my brain, and I kinda got there, but the same could be said of sitting in silence or listening to radio static. And it would be less exhausting.
New Wave music is inherently dweeby. Some bands build an entire career out of “look, we’re dweebs!” and it’s grating (Talking Heads), but there’s an alchemy where being the right kind of dweeby becomes cool (The Cars). This is monster riffs, bangin’ drums, big harmonies, and lyrics about girls not being interested that happens to be played on relatively new synths and processed to sound like robots made a Clash record. It just works.
The radio singles are near-perfect. And there’s a bunch of them. Unfortunately “I’m in Touch With Your World” heads to goofy Talking Heads land.
I want to like Joni, I really do. But I don’t care for beat poetry, and this is just beat poetry with smooth jazz musicians noodling along. She’s got a pretty voice, and most of this would be totally inoffensive piped over the speakers in a grocery store.
Man, sexy sax and electric piano are just a little too smooth sometimes. I guess once you’re old enough to appreciate Steely Dan, you kinda have to open your mind.
The most 80s production I’ve ever heard. Surprised it’s not a Quincy Jones project. Nice and sexy, perfectly pleasant, not something I imagine I’ll come back to though?
The last great WS album, and a formative one for me. I love 60s garage rock, I love blues, obviously Jack does too. Some of the songs get pretty droney, but the attitude and passion and creative guitar playing make the whole record work. The lyrics seemed prophetic when I was 17, now they’re…good I think? I appreciate the variation in style from The White Stripes to Elephant. This record has far more going on than any of their earlier releases.
I’ve never hated on Meg’s drumming like some do. It’s simple, it’s effective for the sound Jack wanted. Sure, she was a bit of a puppet in the band, but she does a great job with the task she was given.
In 2003, the release of this sort of dirty guitar rock was sooooooo exciting. We still had to buy CDs to find new music! In the streaming era, I can listen to all kinds of throwback garage rock released in the last few years. The whole concept of a new style of music coming to the foreground seems antiquated.
Knowing that Jack is an insufferable twat colors my opinion somewhat.
Standout tracks: “I Want to be the Boy to Warm Your Mother’s Heart,” “Hypnotize,” “Gurl, You Have No Faith in Medicine”
Ugh, please no: “Seven Nation Army,” the intro to “Little Acorns”
High school me: five stars
Old man me:
Janis saves Big Brother from being another boring-ass Bay Area acid rock group. They’re adequate, she’s electric. It kinda hurts to think what she coulda done with Booker T and the MGs behind her. We’ll sadly never know.
The best songs are when the boys just lay down a groove and let Janis do her thing. The jams might be Jefferson Airplane, I can’t be certain.
Everyone’s here for the same thing: hearing her bend a note until it breaks, and get so blue that words don’t even work (or matter).
Overall, this is an uneven but at times great record. I’ll come back but I’ll choose the tracks.
This record is like a warm hug.
Damon Gough has an incredible knack for melody, and at times lyrics. It’s experimental, but not annoying (besides Body Rap maybe?). This is carefully constructed weirdness. No two songs sound alike, and most don’t even use the same “instruments.” Lots of obsessively layered noise combine to make something that rewards multiple listens but isn’t excruciating to dig through.
I’ve heard this record a thousand times and I was happy to hear it again today. I guess that means it gets a
Ugh. Too-cool hippies decide they’re smarter than everyone else in the room and record a bunch of masturbatory nonsense designed to freak out the squares.
It’s parody music most of the time, and it’s not funny. I think it’s supposed to be funny. Weird Al for the acid generation.
I’m not really sure how to rate this album. It’s kinda cool music, but it sounds like I’m listening to a movie soundtrack. I wouldn’t choose to sit and listen to it, but I wouldn’t mind it on in the background while I’m doing something else.
Any album featuring Kenny Loggins and Kendrick Lamar has to get points for eclecticism. Unfortunately the whole record sounds like Kenny Loggins with naughty rap lyrics. Too smooth, too ridiculous, too boring.
Thundercat can play the bass with the best of them, but his songwriting is not my thing.
Premier is consistently great. His beats are about as good as it gets. Love the jazz rap sound, and Premier and Q-Tip did it best.
Guru has a great voice and a great flow, but he’s usually stuck in 90s battle-rap mode (and was across all of Gang Starr’s catalog). His best tracks are when he breaks out of that and tells a story or *gasp* a love story.
So this is a weird pop record. No songs under 3 minutes, and 4 of them over 6 minutes? Spoken interludes? Multi-movement songs? And is that… Werewolves of London I hear?
I almost think there’s something cool happening here. You never know quite what’s coming next and some of the melodies are fun and catchy. Unfortunately I can’t get over the musical theater rambling song structures and goofy-ass singing. Not just goofy; often way out of tune. The production is very painfully 80s. “Come on Eileen” is no masterpiece but I think I’d rather listen to 12 of those trashy pop songs than this soundtrack to a movie that I haven’t seen.
Let’s have a moment of silence for Ray, Robby, and John. Serious musicians who thought they found a white whale in Jim Morrison. The girls loved him, he had a distinctive voice, he had all the preoccupations of a rock star.
By 1970, the serious musicians had a greasy, out-of-breath, drunk pseudo-shaman in front of their band. I’m surprised they could get all these recordings in between naps or bottles of wine.
That said, this record works most of the time. Roadhouse Blues is serviceable, but the live at MSG version really captures the sweaty out-of-control hedonism of the song. Peace Frog still hits hard, even if Jim doesn’t know the lyrics. Waiting for the Sun sounds great at high volume. Blue Sunday is a total misfire.
There’s just one more thing I need to say
WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON A NUMBAH TEEWWWWWWE
COME BACK HOME AND MARRY YOU
MARRY YOU
MARRY YOU
AWWWLRIGHT
Huh. I liked the sound of this immediately, and thought it was strange I’d never heard of the band or album. Wait a minute…is that Damon Albarn?
Ohhhhhh ok. It’s another Albarn side project with Danger Mouse on the boards. Everything makes sense now.
Perfectly catchy, sounds great on my stereo. Unfortunately not a lot to distinguish it from the million other rock star-DM collabs but I’ll keep listening and see if it pops.
I don’t know how to feel about Metallica. Some good stank face crunchy riffs, double kick drum is fun, but I really REALLY despise the overproduced metal sound in every solo. Makes me think I’m listening to Mannheim Steamroller. Hetfield’s got a great voice for this kind of music, but he doesn’t ever change the way he “sings.”
So I guess points for practically starting this genre and producing a million copycats, but immediately removing points because I don’t want to listen to the same crunchy riffy style any longer?
Ugh. I guess I have to listen to an entire TSweezy record finally?
This is the worst kind of disposable pop music. Produced by committee, enjoyed by masses of drooling children. Engineered to the lowest common denominator.
The beats are catchy of course. They’re perfectly calibrated to sound good over the speakers in a Starbucks or in a VW ad or some fucking place.
This isn’t music. It’s a commercial project to turn people into millionaires and millionaires into billionaires.
So it turns out before KISS was on shirts at Hot Topic and before Gene Simmons made a legendary ass of himself, they actually made music. I’ll be damned.
Standard 70s cock rock but there were many other bands doing it better. Gimme Golden Earring, Bad Company, Foreigner, or even Aerosmith. Less makeup and less marketing budget in those though. The biggest problem for me is that KISS just isn’t any fun, despite their image. It’s almost like they’re taking themselves seriously, and I certainly can’t in 2025.
How do you rate music from this era? It really wasn’t designed for careful listening, it was for dancing or for parties where everyone was drinking Manhattans and smoking cigarettes.
I love Frankie’s voice. The music is very well-arranged. “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” is one of the absolute best examples of the genre. So five stars for big-band 1950s vocal music, but it doesn’t make me feel much beyond mellowed out and wanting a smoke.
Some interesting stuff happening here. “Manenberg Revisited” has a really cool bass-driven polyrhythm that I loved.
“The Wedding” is the most annoying sort of sax-driven smooth jazz.
Some very fine prog rock, if that’s your thing. Why have I never put Queen in the prog group? I dunno, never tried the full albums I guess.
Everything here is carefully made, performed by virtuosos. There’s so much going on in each song it can get overwhelming, but focusing on one part inevitably means you find something interesting happening. Freddie and Brian aren’t my favorites, but damn those boys knew how to use their instruments.
“Killer Queen” is an absolutely stunning song. I know I sound like a lame listener, but gimme the 3-minute bangers from Queen. Strip away a little excess and you’ve got a very talented rock band making complex and fun songs.
“Tenement Funster” and “Now I’m Here” were nice surprises to me. The back half of the record gets way too cinematic/musical theater for my taste.
This Prince fella seems to know his way around a bedroom.
If I were a dancing man, and if this were the 80s, this record would be the shit. Unfortunately I am not a dancing man and it’s not the 80s.
These songs are cooler than I expected but I can’t handle just how 80s they sound most of the time. I know it was the Wild West of synthetic instruments, but damn. Prince could play, wish we coulda heard more of that.
Also this album seems to be the basis of Bruno Mars’ entire career.
Another hard one for me to rate. Some very cool songs (“Ai Du” sounds like badass Delta Blues) but also some very repetitive tracks that probably are more Malian-influenced. To my ear there’s not a lot happening in many of the songs, but I also don’t understand the style or the words. I liked listening to this record though, even if I would have a hard time focusing on it as a listening experience.
Stunning, timeless, absolutely enchanting. A spare 28 minutes of barely-there music that somehow wrings every bit of emotion out of six strings and a whispery voice.
The best thing I can compare this record to is a Salinger short story. It seems so simple, but can break your heart because it’s excruciatingly sad and beautiful in equal measure. You wish it were longer, but it’s exactly how long it should be.
Anyway, wish you were still around Nick.
How have I never heard of these guys? Sometimes they sound like My Morning Jacket, sometimes Allman Brothers, sometimes later period Black Keys. I’m not a jam rock fan at all but these jams don’t go on too long or get too noodly. Really cool interplay between instruments. Dual lead guitars rock, I wish more bands had the chops to pull that off (maybe that’s why I think of the Allmans). The drummer needs a special shoutout. Damn.
The production is fantastic; even with a lot going on I can hear every instrument clearly, even the bass doesn’t get lost in the mix. And it’s a good thing, because every player here deserves to be heard.
Sometimes it still gets a little far out for me, but in the right mood that’s not a problem. Docked some points for barely being able to decipher the lyrics most of the time.
I swear I’ve heard this before in my local patchouli-scented emporium. Or maybe it was a yoga studio?
I can’t listen to this music. New age harps and sitars make me unspeakably angry.
What can you say? If you don’t like this record, you don’t like 90s hip hop. This record is a masterpiece of grimy beats, violent scenery, crew-based battle raps, dark humor, and massive ego. The skits are tiresome after the first time, but they contribute to the feeling that this is a whole world you are stepping into. RZA’s world. Where every street corner has its own dope slinger, all the b-boys are strapped, Land Rovers stalk like predators, and….kung-fu.
It’s pretty cool that 32 years later this music is still shockingly weird and immediate and fresh. RZA’s production style is like no one else, except for all the people who came after and wanted to be RZA. The MC talent is so ridiculously deep here that they already sounded like a supergroup on the first album.
Anyway, if this isn’t a 5-star rap album, then there isn’t a 5-star rap album.
Stevie’s got talent coming out of his ears. His singing and playing (both on the keys and harp) are peerless. He probably doesn’t get enough credit for his “protest” songs, even though I really can’t stand that term. The uptempo songs on this record are fantastic. Unfortunately the ballads get samey and boring, which is a criticism I also have with the other classic Stevie records. There’s nothing objectionable on this album, and there are moments of greatness. On my scale, that makes it a
I know it’s fashionable to hate on the Eagles, but there’s not really much to hate. The production is too slick and the band members are twats, but that could be said about any number of 70s artists full of cocaine. This is still pretty good music, and the fusion of country music with LA sheen was probably pretty novel and exciting at the time. There are a couple of stone cold classics on this record and a bunch of serviceable rock. Good enough for a summer day, but lemme choose the tracks for a good listen.
Hm. I don’t get it. Very repetitive punk rock chords and vague nonsense lyrics. Some of the songs sound very cool for the intro, but there’s absolutely no excuse for them to go on for 4 to 7 minutes. It’s proto-noise rock I guess where you’re supposed to gain something from the repetition? Sadly I’m not able to do that.
I'm going to put aside my bias against the idea of Radiohead for this listen. Seriously. I will try. I'll try to ignore decades of critics telling me that every Radiohead album is the greatest thing ever made. I'm not even going to acknowledge the fact that a Thom Yorke fart sounds record would get 5 stars in Rolling Stone. I will NOT think about how skinny white British guys making grumpy faces were the basis of cool for much of my young life. For real.
I kind of loved listening to this record. I tried it all the way through many times long ago, and never bought in. But for some reason, now it clicks. I dig the unconventional song structures and instrumentation. Thom’s voice is annoying sometimes, but I’m getting over that. The singles are badass and often find their way onto my playlists, but the other tunes also have moments of rock song perfection, even if they ramble a bit. I could do with about 50% less feedback. I know it was edgy at the time, but sheesh.
Anyway, I “got it” enough to really enjoy listening today. I’ll be back for more and I wouldn’t be surprised if my personal rating climbs the more I let it sink in.
This genre was what got me into hip-hop: “conscious” rappers of the early 2000s, with more songs and less focus on loops and samples, and fewer battle raps. Common, The Roots, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, even Kanye all mined that same vein and made some fantastic records. Unfortunately they all suffer the same pitfalls. Weirdly out-of-place misogyny and homophobia, and random swings back into thug credibility. I guess maybe Common was trying to prove he was hard while also including some love songs on a rap recording? I don’t know. Black Thought and Kweli are also incredibly talented documentarians and commenters that can’t resist a few ridiculous detours.
Anyway, the songs here sound awesome. The Soulquarians bring a badass live vibe, and the Premier track is a welcome throwback to the previous generation of rap. Common has a fantastic voice and IS a fantastic voice most of the time. I appreciate the Afrocentrism that Common and others were emphasizing. I still think Be is a better record, but maybe that’s because I found it first.
This is a good album, but I can’t rate it very high knowing there are better Zeppelin albums out there. It seems like it’s mostly on the list because it’s a departure from LZ I/II, which were pretty straight-ahead ass kicking blues rock. I like straight-ahead ass kicking blues rock. Frankly if John Bonham isn’t trying to destroy his drumset, then why listen to LZ?!
Nary a bad song on this record, but nothing that elevates it for me.
Raddest shit ever when I was a teenager and not too bad now! Some very impressive musicianship from some snotty young men, and it’s fun. If you’re in the right head space this record still has all the charms.
I’m getting over my Dan dislike, but this record didn’t do much for me. Talented musicians, but not much in the way of killer songs.
A pretty bland listen for a band that was supposedly the epitome of cool. I came to the Velvets late, but Loaded is a much more exciting and interesting record.
I grew up listening to this record, but not until adulthood did I realize how angry it is. Hard to hear when it’s all set against such mellow beautiful music.
I find some of these songs a little cloying, but most of them hold up well even after many listens.
This one took me right back. How come I didn’t remember how badass this record is though? Side A especially is one banger after another.
Ignoring the fact that Coldplay became the most annoying band around helps. It also helps that the drummer fuckin kills and they can write some killer melodies.
Nice and funky. Not many standout tracks, but a good listen overall.
This is a weird one to rate. 3 absolute classics, a couple good songs, and a whole bunch of boring hippie blues rock. And what’s the deal with the production? There were other bands during this same time making good-sounding records, I’m not sure why this one sounds like it was recorded underwater and MIDI-compressed.
But hey, Jimi sure can play the guitar (not always evident in these songs) and Mitch was one of the swingenest rock drummers ever.
Have you ever been around a kid who just learned a naughty word? The first time they say it, it gets a rise out of you. Then they say it a hundred more times and it’s just annoying.
It’s been a while, and I’d kinda forgotten how ridiculous this 2000s shock rap is. At this point in my life it’s not shocking, just rather silly. And mean-spirited.
Eminem has/had some talent and Dre’s production is quality. There’s some real pathos buried in here, but it’s undercut with teenage murder fantasies and insults. I’m not looking forward to listening to this again.
Loretta was one unapologetically sassy lady. Love the singing, love the classic country instrumentation, love the lyrics which would have been quite shocking in ‘67. This is a damn near perfect country recording, but I still think Coal Miner’s daughter is a little better. More variation in themes would be nice. Not EVERY song can be about your no-good cheatin’ cad of a husband.
I have to admit this isn’t my style of music, but this album was fun.
Eehhhhhh no thanks. This type of R&B rubs me the wrong way.
I was not a teen in 1991, but if I was, this woulda been brain-meltingly awesome. I was a teen in the next decade, and it was still pretty close.
Kurt and the boys gave the world a real kick in the dick with this record. It’s so much slicker than their earlier music, but it’s also just grungy enough to sound extremely pissed off. Krist and Dave were fantastic, and even Kurt’s simple guitar was good for the style. His voice was iconic.
I really don’t care if I ever hear Teen Spirit again, but it’s still a true classic. Drain You and Lounge Act are the only tracks I’ve consistently come back to over the years and I listened to those happily today.
I can’t give it five stars, even though it probably deserves it. Sorry fifteen year old Ross.
Damn this was way more exciting than I expected. I’ve always dug “Personal Jesus”, but I think “Halo” might be my new favorite DM song. So many tracks are catchy, dark, and just so coooool. “Enjoy the Silence” and “Policy of Truth” are also big standouts.
Side note, I loved later Smashing Pumpkins (Adore/Machina and associated b-sides) in my younger days. I see now they were really just Billy C’s Depeche Mode era.
I don’t think it’s possible to rate this album any lower than 4 stars with the absolute classic tracks included. However, the rest of the record is very much just filler for those classics. I know it’s kind of a concept album deal, but it seems like even at this runtime it’s more of a padded EP.
I don’t think I’ve ever listened to this record all the way through, but I could sing along (or growl along) to most of it.
Pearl Jam has never been my jam. I don’t get how they were put in the same genre as Nirvana and Soundgarden. Nothing here is especially exciting, even if they play it with a lot of chutzpah. I bet a live show woulda been badass in the 90s.
Just a wonderful shot of tipsy 60s garage rock. It’s funny, it’s cool, there are some pretty fantastic players that were pushing the boundaries of what rock could sound like at the time.
I liked this one. Nice 60s vocal pop with some African influence. No tracks that’ll make it into a regular rotation, but the Spotify mix based on this record was great evening music.
Huh. A bit of a disappointment I gotta say. “Heart of Glass” is a certified banger and I thought this would be an album full of them. Most of the tracks are really bland and forgettable. I’ll have to poke around and see if Blondie has any other options.
Before listening to this I couldn’t name a Leppard song. I still can’t. And I couldn’t pick Leppard out of Whitesnake, Poison, Crue, or whoever else. This is some interchangeable music.
But man, I’m having a tough time hating this one. This well-done hair metal just makes me think of turning on the radio in the summer and letting it play. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not good music exactly. The production is terrible, vocals are an indistinct mess. But on a hot day with a beer in my hand, I’d leave this station on. I’d probably wax my Camaro too.
This is riiiiiiiiiiight up my alley. In my opinion, it’s a rare song that can’t use a little more steel guitar.
Gram had a knack for finding or writing songs that are old or just sound old. He had a weird timeless sound that woulda been totally at home in Bakersfield in 1960 or Austin in 2025. His voice isn’t much to write home about, but that’s why you bring in an angel like Emmylou. Hell, Dylan did the same thing.
I like every one of these songs. Some of the takes are a little boring, but the players are all aces. I wonder what Gram coulda done if he kept himself together a bit more or lived beyond 26.
I appreciate that between the Byrds, Burritos, and his solo recordings he was pretty much responsible for creating this genre that’s one of my favorites. Fairly cool I spect.
One of the best soul singers to do it, backed by the Swampers. What else can you say?
Fantastic song choices, interesting rearrangements, bitchin backing vocals, and a rhythm section that ain’t fooling around. Plus Aretha.
I would gladly give Andy Phelps’s left nut to be hanging around at FAME or Stax during this period. The amount of talent that walked into those studios was just unmatched.
This is about the only Nirvana album I regularly play any more. No duds at all, some incredible reimagining of the studio cuts. Good selection of covers, ranging from classic blues to “current” artists Kurt was in love with. Also hilarious to hear Dave playing as quietly as he can with brushes.
The between song banter is the worst. Kurt’s whole attitude was way too try-hard cool.
I’m a big fan of the first two Stooges records. They were a big revelation for me, especially being released so long before music I love that borrows so liberally from the sound. This one is also good, but veering more into early punk. And I don’t really like early punk. Love the energy, but the music doesn’t tickle my particular pickle.
Holy shit what a terrible sounding mix though! I’m glad I’m not crazy, the Wikipedia page for this record has the whole story of why it sounds so bad. I guess a buncha people on hard drugs could use some supervision in the studio.
An easy five stars for me. One of my favorite albums, occasionally my favorite Dylan.
I guess the question is, why? Why has this been such a critical darling forever, and why do I love it? The lyrics mostly make little sense, the playing is adequate but not blowing anyone away, and the singing is….Bob Dylan. I think it’s because even if you don’t quite understand what he’s singing about (and I think he rarely does either) Dylan is an impressionist painter with words. He gives you an idea of a story or a mood and you fill in the gaps yourself. That could be lazy or ineffective, but he’s got a certain mystical quality to his writing that just works just enough to get you in the mood for creativity. I dunno. He’s somehow a master, and no one has really recreated this sort of songwriting in my mind.
Not my favorite Punkins, but still pretty formative for me. Some songs stand out as absolute classics of the genre. Others are tiring. I just realized on this listen why I have such a hard time listening to SD straight through, and I think it’s the wall of noise attack with no dynamic range. It just tires me out after a while. Melon Collie is still the best for showcasing some different styles and sounds.
Also, looking back, how did we give Billy a pass for that voice?! It’s so bad. I’m ok with not-great singers (see 5-star Dylan rating) but he is just terrible.
The Kinks were always an odd combination of goofy and badass. Unfortunately this record leans much harder towards goofy. “Love Me til the Sun Shines” and “Waterloo Sunset” are both great songs, even though Dave sings Sun Shines. I didn’t know “Afternoon Tea” coming in but that one was cool too. Other than that, not much here I’m looking forward to listening to again.
I’m of the opinion that Creedence was world’s greatest bar band. Imagine walking up to a backwoods swamp tavern. The first thing you see is neon through the mist. Friendly shadows. Then you notice the babble of voices and the band starts the next song. It’s “Lookin’ Out My Back Door” and the whole crowd sets down their Lone Star, tucks the Marlboro in the corner of their mouth and dances. Is it just me that sees this scene every time you hear Creedence?
Anyway, Fogerty has one of rock’s most distinctive and fun voices, and the music is a perfect blend of what was popular before with some down south twang. These songs are staples of rock radio for a reason.
The covers are mostly forgettable to me, EXCEPT “Hoyd it Through the Grapevine” which is sometimes my favorite version. Some sort of dark boogie. The originals are where these boys really shine. “Run Through the Jungle” is so damn pitch black and foreboding it’s legally required to be used in every doc or film about Vietnam. “Long As I can See the Light” is an absolutely perfect closer and those high hat triplets get me every time.
This record could be anyone’s greatest hits and they should be proud. I’m still gonna knock off one star for some uninspired cover performances and sometimes too-long jams.
Easy skanking man. Just a great blast of pleasant jams with seriously dark subject matter. In 1973 this sort of Afro-centric music woulda been pretty shocking if white Americans listened to the lyrics.
I love that Tosh gets some time in front of the mic on this record. I wish that woulda been the case more often.
Exodus is still a better whole package for me, but I’ll definitely put this one on again.
This here seems like a fella pretty convinced of his own sex appeal. Sadly I don’t buy it. Some painfully cheesy lines in every song, buoyed by quality Neptunes production (even though some of it is very dated). Cry Me a River sounds cool as hell if you ignore the lyrics. JT’s got a good voice but zero soul. I don’t care if you can hit the notes, do you feel anything about it?
I didn’t hate anything but even high school me thought this was cheesy.
Huh. I really liked the beginning of this record a lot. But Rufus’s voice started to wear on me and it’s surprisingly hard to decipher the lyrics (which I assume are pretty good given the Wainwright name). Might take a few more listens to understand what the fuss is about.
Nicely made, very high quality production and musicianship is on point. Might grow on me.
Classic west coast hip hop, complete with Compton Whistles and songs that all sound like they should be blasting out of a low-rider Caddy. I love Dre’s production from this era, love Snoop’s voice (especially because he sounds like “Uncle” Bob James). The lyrics are at times really funny, other times just kinda mean or ridiculous. Usually creative in their vulgarity.
If you take the themes of this recording seriously, it’s pretty gross. If you don’t take it seriously and just go to the movies in song form, it’s much more fun. I choose to think it’s fun and just lay back in the beats.
The Offspring are one of those groups I’ve tried to leave in my teens. But damned if some of these songs don’t get my toes tappin’.
It’s too bad Courtney’s personal life has colored so much of Hole’s legacy, cuz they made a couple of damn fine records.
Every time “Celebrity Skin” comes on the radio I turn it up. “Malibu” might be an even better song. The rest of the album isn’t quite as instantly catchy as those two, but it’s all high-quality 90s alt. If you’re a fan of the genre this is an essential listen.
More of a vibe than a recording. Some cool Afro-Caribbean influence with a jazz backbone- I guess that’s Nawlins in a nutshell.
This gets me right in the mood for some drugs and voodoo spells. But not something I really want to put on again.
I’ll write this as if I don’t know how Kanye ended up years later. It’s too bad, cuz the creep can roll, man.
Kanye was doing the best hip hop production in the game before he made himself a star, and this record shows what he could do when he saved all the choice beats for himself. Turns out he could also rap with the best. He’s a musician’s rapper and knows how a song works. He also wrote some fantastic rhymes about topics that no one else would touch, including (no way!) human vulnerability and wondering about his place in the world. I think this album could use some editing, it’d make a fine EP.
Let Q-Tip clean out your ears. Jazz rap rules, especially when the production is so carefully thought out and the MC talent is on point.
I think Midnight Marauders has better individual songs, but they’re similar enough to me to play as side 1/side 2.
I came to the Band late in life, via Dylan. It took me a long time to figure out why people cared about this boozy, seemingly careless style of country romp. But at some point it clicked I guess. There’s nothing careless at all in a Band record. They were sounding exactly how they wanted, and were massively talented front to back.
Besides a couple snoozers this album is just about perfect. Chest Fever always does unspeakable things to me. The Weight is a stone cold classic even though I don’t need to ever hear it again.
I know this is a 5-star for Deb and it is for me too. I can’t believe Carole spent so long making hits for other people when she had this voice and playing in her pocket. Fantastic writing, fantastic piano, I can sing along to every song.
Love it. Punk energy with a nerdy blues obsession. Love the early WS, but this is a band (or really just Jack?) where they found out they could create other sounds. Plus it was sooooo much cooler than the other stuff coming out at the time.
Not quite a 5-star classic because of a few clunkers like Expecting, I think I smell a rat, Aluminum. Not terrible songs, but certainly going just on attitude rather than quality writing.
I didn’t see Citizen Kane until after I was obsessed with this record, some of the songs then made more sense…
No way to write an objective review here. This album is the soundtrack to a few important periods of my life.
Sometimes I think that the insane song construction, genius level harmonies, and true emotional depth make it my favorite album. Other times the lyrics are just a little too twee and cringey. Hard to say I guess. But props to Brian for making the transition from fun songs about cars to whatever the fuck this beautiful mess is.
Man I can’t stand Elvis’s voice, but some of these songs rock. “Waiting for the end of the world” is a standout. “Alison” is a classic ballad.
The rest I could mostly take or leave.
An easy 5-star. So goddamned dark and weird and dangerous. No stinkers to be found. Now, can anybody tell me what it is, Mr Jones?
Fiona is an underappreciated genius. She’s still very young here and finding her voice, but she manages to put a handful of perfect tracks down. Sleep to Dream, Sullen Girl, Shadowboxer, and Criminal are just a stellar start to a record by a teenager. If this pace kept up it’d be 5 stars from me. Unfortunately it drags a little mid-record but comes back strong with Carrion.
When the Pawn… is where she become a full-fledged classic singer and songwriter in my book.
I’m a big ol’ Beatles fan but sometimes the bubblegum songs just rub me the wrong way. Today was one of those days.
Fantastic melodies, played perfectly. But if someone today wrote a lyric like “But I’ve been in love before, and I’ve found that love is more than just holding hands” we’d rightfully give them a collective wedgie.
To me, the best Beatles periods are aping Little Richard and Chet Atkins (first couple records) or post-acid (Rubber Soul on). Unfortunately Hard Days just falls in the middle.
Not a big Prince fanboy, but this record was good. Much less painfully 80s than some of his other recordings. Just weird enough to be interesting, some great kinky lyrics, and every song has a new flavor. I’m not sure what’s going on in “If I Was Your Girlfriend” but I like it.
Only really knowing Police singles, I was not ready for how fuckin weird this record is. Damn. Also, what’s going on with Sting’s African(?) accent?
When they’re playing rock songs I dig it. When they’re doing “Mother” I certainly am not.
I did stick it out through the whole thing! But I mostly wasn’t paying attention. This is some boring prog made either for people who understand much more about interpolation of classical music or those stoned out of their gourds.
I would have never given Ms Lauper a chance if it weren’t for this project. The singles everyone knows from about a hundred movies and tv shows, but the whole thing is kinda fun. When it gets experimental that’s a bad thing. Gimme those tight pop songs and I’ll listen on a nice day.
Ok, it makes sense why this music was pretty exciting at the time, but “going back” to the sound of live instruments and rhythm-based pop rock songs seems antiquated now.
That said this is great music with some annoying-ass singing on top. I’ve never liked Morrissey’s voice and that’s kept me away from a deeper dive. The lyrics I caught on this listen weren’t all that clever either, though maybe I need to pay more attention to understand.
If the same band had a truly charismatic singer who wasn’t doing a weird teenage impression of a lounge singer this would be a 5-star record no problem.
Pretty rad dose of hillbilly rock. “In the Ghetto” and “Suspicious Minds” are stone cold classics. Also a lot more range here than earlier Elvis stuff.
Were Ramones the original fake British accent?
This music is fun but to me it’s cotton candy. Nothing really sticks around. Hard to tell sometimes a new song is starting. Lyrics are mostly incomprehensible, or goofy. By all accounts the style was exciting in the 70s but now it’s been done and redone thousands of times and I’m no punk historian to put myself in that time.
A lot of undeniable talent but Jay doesn’t really tickle my pickle. His flow is so slow and consistent it’s practically sleepy. Kweli is still my GOAT MC, this album doesn’t change it.
Yikes, there is some “dated” language. Not just homophobe slurs, but the entire track “Girls Girls Girls.”
The Nas beef is silly, but it’s hilarious that even in a diss track Hov has to admit that Illmatic is great.
Pleasant background fluff, but dollars to donuts I ain’t spinning this one again.
I think this project has just pointed out that I don’t really enjoy punk music. The first two tracks had me scared this was going to be miserable, but as the melodies came in I was having more fun. Once I got the vibe the 43 minutes flew by. They seem like fun young fellas, not something I’ll probably spin again.
My theory is that Paul came out swinging with this one just to make sure that everyone understood HE was the genius in S&G.
Every single song is good. Some are fantastic. The playing, the singing, the production. All tip top. This album, Rhymin’ and Graceland are all certified RKH classics. I guess that’s a
Danger. Sex. Drugs. Rock and roll. This is dark and evil stuff.
The Stones recorded distilled blues rock that hasn’t been equalled. A bunch of English degenerates took Black American music and moved it right up to and over the line of common decency. Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, and Leadbelly did the same thing, a few decades earlier. In the process I’d argue they developed the idea of the modern rock star. Leather? Booze? Women? Drugs? Androgyny? Poor grooming habits? Heroin thin and sexy to boot? That’s just describing the Glimmer Twins in 1970.
For this listen I tried to find where I’d cut this record down. There’s not a single track I’d lose. Even the low energy points are needed to let you catch your breath.
The recording doesn’t sound great, which is no surprise considering the band and producer and staff were all on hard drugs and/or chasing women. The fact it actually got released is a small miracle.
The Beatles were recording masterpieces of pop around the same time. Plenty of other acts were breaking ground all over the place. But for my money, the Stones were the best band in the world for a few years in the late 60s-early 70s. It’s really a goddam shame Mick decided he couldn’t sing any more just a few years later.
I can’t believe I’d never really dug into T Rex until a little while ago. What a cool-ass band. Fantastic, dynamic vocals. A sound that was way ahead of its time. Lots of influence in later music I enjoy. No turds in this record at all.
Listen, I love me some country-pop from the 50s and 60s. I know Buddy was a pioneer and all that. But Cash was also doing country pop during the same time that comes across way more serious. This is kinda the bubblegum version. Still a very enjoyable listen but it’ll never be a favorite of the genre for me.
I get to go into this one semi-blind, as I’ve only ever heard the singles.
I can see why Biggie is up on the rap Rushmore. Incredible flow and clever wordplay. His gangsta image is a lot more serious than Snoop, unfortunately the production on this record is a lot less distinctive than the golden era G-Funk. I was instantly impressed. Only downside is this kind of hyper-violent sexist gangsta rap wears on me after a while. Small doses, and I’m in.
This was an absolute favorite of mine about 15 years ago and it mostly holds up. Incubus really sound like no one else to my ears.
The more structured songs are the best. Incubus and Brandon in particular have a tendency to veer into noodly melodies that remind me of Rogers and Hammerstein, which isn’t a good thing.
To be clear, this is a jazz 5. I have a whole separate scale for jazz.
Holy shit. Where has this one been? I’m a Fiona fanboy but never listened to this. 2020 was a weird time.
A new level of pissed off beauty. Crazy unconventional song structures and instrumentation along with her signature straight to the soul lyrics and wild vocal range.
If you’re not a fan already it might be tough to start here. Full on display of Fiona’s trauma and neuroses set to strange music, but this is rapidly climbing into my favorite records after a few listens. Damn.
Sam can make anything soulful. Great recording for a live record from the 60s. His voice is in fine form and the band swings. Unfortunately the fast live energy doesn’t translate super well to a recording- some songs need more room to breathe a little.
I know this first gen hip hop is important in the development of the genre and all, but DAMN is it corny. One extra star because some of the cheesy beats are fun.
If this project has proved that I don’t like punk, it might also have proved I like metal. This is the good shit.
Too bad that other bands took this template into sometimes really boring directions. This album is exciting, heavy, bluesy, and sounds like nothing that came before.
I remember finding this record in my dad’s collection as a child and being scared by the cover and the name. I guess that means they succeeded.
Second album in the Stones’ perfect run. Pure perfect sleaze.
Can’t really go lower on the rating. Perfect pop songs that I wish I could go back and hear for the first time. So much talent in one bad.
Being a white dude born in the 80s, I’m required to appreciate Wilco. Luckily they make it easy. I really appreciate the effort at mixing their experimental pop with classic honky tonk sounds. Probably could have used some trimming for some sleepy tracks, but great concept.
Painfully 80s but some really well-constructed pop tunes.
This would be awesome music if I were in a bar watching a band I’d never heard of. Buuuuuut it’s one of the most popular vocalists of the time and a crack band. In that case, pretty uninspired. I mean, why would you bother covering an Elton John masterpiece a few months after its release to make it more boring?
If you’re in the right mood for it (pissed off), nothing hits like a little Rage. Tom gets all the press, but this is a fantastic band. That bass tone! Together they sound like no one else on the planet, ‘cept Audioslave. Zack can make even simplistic verses sound prophetic. I think Battle of LA has more consistent quality, but this is a banger of a debut.
Gotdam what a bruising attack of a record. I sure don’t understand why AiC was ever called grunge, this is straight metal to my ears. Love Layne’s sneering voice and those harmonies. Love the ass kicking drum sound. Love the crunchy guitar in small doses.
The only downside of this sound (STP’s first album too) is the lack of any real dynamics. After a while it starts to all sound like the same sludgy thing. But one album at a time, this kicks ass.
Great stuff. Not punk, not arthouse, a bit more polished than the Stooges.
Bowie production of Iggy >> Bowie for me.
