I always forget how slow this album is. In my head Sgt. Pepper's opening track is a speed-fueled punk thrash run. I thought maybe it was Jimi's fault and checked the version included in the Jimi Hendrix Experience box set from 2000, and that's better but still not quite there. Even the Flaming Lips (with their fwends My Morning Jacket and J. Mascis (?!?!)) have a slow sludgy version. Sigh.
Oh well at least I'll always have The Breeders' cover of 'Happiness is a Warm Gun' and the Feelies 'Everybody's Got Something to Hide'. Maybe I just prefer the 'White Album' - that's probably it.
Still, 'A Day in the Life' is pure class (even if it's to Britpop what Pearl Jam's 'Alive' is to Creed et al)
I'm ready for Star Time.
These screams sound piped in, but I'm sure they're sincere.
'Think' and 'Night Train' are essentials.
Love love love this. Love the sneering vocals, the guitar tones, and the romance of it all.
I remembering being underwhelmed coming to this after being a 90s altrock kid and then getting into rock n roll history. But over time this has become a more frequent player than the Stooges or the VU (two bands I adored in my early 20s).
Upright bass (samples??), drum programming and smooth rapping.
This is good but not going to end up on my everyday listening.
Great Sunday morning album. A stereotypical sophisticated jazz album that evokes in me images of smart young people drinking strong coffee, smoking cigarettes and engaging in illicit love affairs after a long day of discussing French philosophy and modernist literature.
The singles were everywhere in 2001, so much so that I refused to listen to this album then. And I guess that was a valid proposition. A lot of the tracks feel like filler working out ideas that would probably be better done in future Gorillaz tracks.
'Da Funk' reminds me too much of being 17 and sneaking out of boarding school to go get fucked up at the local dance club, even though I detested the music but loved the drugs and alcohol. And then of being bombarded by 'All around the world' any time I was around people. It felt inescapable and still nearly 30 years later causes some sort of post traumatic stress.
Besides all that, I can say that I appreciate the musicality of all this, but I have grown to become a big fan of repetition as a concept, in music in art or in life. And of great big thwomping beats that may induce headaches or nausea if played loud enough.
Time of the Season almost feels out of place. It's head and shoulders above the others. But it's presence on this album is enough to bump up the rating by a star.
Had some good tracks, but this not something I'd play repeatedly.
Time travel is possible it seems. This album transported me back to the mid-90s in a scary way. Working on code while headbanging is not something I expected to do this fine Friday afternoon. This album more than most reminds me of listening to music with headphones on. This is not social music for me. This was a guilty thrill like reading under bedcovers with a torch after lights out, or sneaking into the old man's closet to page through old porno mags from the 70s and 80s. Fun to visit but I wouldn't want to live there.
I'd forgotten about the Maynard cameo and all the LedZep rips.
Nice enough, but the songs don't grab me.
Nah mate, not for me.
Every couple years I try to get into hip hop, and I always end up listening to this one. This is maybe my 4th time trying to get it, but I still don't.
Boring. Why would a rock band in 1990 make an album like this? I just don't understand.
The more albums on this list I listen to, the more I realise I must be a rockist or at least someone who doesn't really like too many other genres.
This didn't really appeal to me.
Jerky, funky, awkward, nerdy, intelligent, danceable.
Quintessential 90s indie rock. Noisy, chaotic, tough and weak, intelligent and referential.
Lindsey Buckingham found new wave.
