It has a soothing quality throughout with the exception of "Cars are Cars", which was an agitating disrupter of a tune. Apart from that song the rest of the album was monotone lacking instrumental and vocal dynamism. I can't think of an occasion when I would be compelled to listen to it again.
A frustrating and tedious listen.It's aptly titled in that each track feels like an introduction building to something more engaging, but the rug is pulled every time as the proceeding track is another haunted house themed slog. There are some soundtrack worthy beats.
One note throughout, and that not is hot oil and candle wax on the nipples!
Conjures memories of 90's era romantic comedies and my emotionally-abusive father. Fantastic!
They display good range in this varied collection. If you like this, you'll love Flight of the Conchords. Irony or intention?
Raw kinetic aggression from the golden age of thrash metal. If you are listening to this while sedentary, without turning it up to nearly unbearable volume, you're doing it wrong. Take your creamy shits and get back to Weenie Hut Jr. If you need to build a fence in a day, turn it on and turn it up. Would be a perfect score with a couple more face-melting solos.
Credit for pioneering hard rock. This is way crunchier than the Stones or Zeppelin, but it's a bit of a snooze i'nit? As for catchy riffs or hooks, nothing really stuck with me.
A pretty good piece of proto-psychadelic surf rock. What sounded like a guy making mouth bongo sounds on several of the tracks was an especially nice touch.
Respect.
I'm more impressed with where Missy went than where she got started. She's like a guest on here own album here. Mostly nice jams for slow-humpin' ya girl, but it's a little boring.
For the artist, there is probably something deeply and personally profound about this, but musically, it's distilled shit. Why bother with the pauses between "songs" when you're going to resume with the same droll nonsense. Much like the films of Wes Anderson, this is the type of bullshit that pretentious people like because they think they are supposed to. I like the album cover.
It's very good, but I don't do those drugs anymore.
It's good old-head stuff, but I've been overexposed to this type of music due to many years of riding around in a crew van with the radio tuned to the classic rock station.
The album feels like the soundtrack from one of those Cameron Crowe films in which nothing really happens, but it gets by on vibes. Feels like summer and I like it.
I'm not sure why this album makes the list over multitudes of similar, very accessible jazz works, but it is good entry level stuff for people wanting to dip the toe.
This is iconic stuff from the last days of the golden era of hip hop. This is iconic stuff. It's too bad the dipshit had to continue to play gangster after becoming successful.
Come on now.
OG Metallica fans will, to a person, list Justice as their best work, and I agree. Those same fans would say it is their last good album. I include the Black album as a good album, even though it launched them into the mainstream and they've been wilting since. This is their opus.
What the everloving fuck is this generic 90's pop rock bullshit doing here? There was a time when one could cast a line into the ocean and inevitably reel up one of these bands. From Toadies to Meat Puppets and Presidents of The USA, this sound was pervasive and undeniably... mid. Ironic timing that this album came up following Metallica's best work, because that's how it went down, and everything rock tasted a bit worse thereafter.
The aggregator's affinity with early works is beginning to come off as that of an SNL parody of a music snob. Focusing on what put them on the map takes away from the ultimate destination of a best-in-a-generation band, and may even dissuade new listeners. This album has a couple great tunes that will surely tickle the melancholy bone of the emo dweebs, but it pales in comparison to subsequent records, and now I have to give 3 stars to a 5-star band.
Real Mortal Kombat type of stuff.
It comes with too much you-had-to-be-thereism to be an album one "must hear", but if you were there you know. A quick watch of the "Break Stuff" video from the horrific Woodstock '99 will give you a glimpse at the hype they had at the time. These guys along with Korn ushered in the mercilous but (thankfully) short-lived Nu Metal scene. Victims of their own success, they drowned in a deluge of imitators.
I've managed to never intentionally hear the Smith's for my entire life thus far, and I will not begin now. Morrissey is a proper c**t.
Classic old-school with funky samples from a time when hip hop was about shakin' it, and not all your past and future crimes.
Doesn't stand the test of time. This is the guy who brings the acoustic guitar to the party and instead of playing songs everyone can sing along with, he wants to play you some of his "originals", totally killing the vibe.
Pretty good angsty teen stuff. Maybe one song too long.