Apr 07 2025
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Jagged Little Pill
Alanis Morissette
the bass on the dave coulier song
cross eyed bear
chiming one chord guitar on chickenshit
felt like skipping forgiven. christian rock.
love an album title taken from a line in a verse.
head over feet is the sound of riding in the back of the minivan to buy furniture in amish country
4
Apr 08 2025
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The Fat Of The Land
The Prodigy
the vaguely middle eastern female vocal on smack my bitch up.
running to lose weight for high school wrestling
“breeeathe with meh!” lol
enjoyed that from start to finish. if five stars means i’m buying it on vinyl, i’ll go 4.
i should be on my way to a wendy’s in the back of a sedan someone inherited from their grandma. case logic binder.
“crab destructah” (?)
4
Apr 09 2025
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Surrealistic Pillow
Jefferson Airplane
v strong decemberists cover photo and i can’t abide that.
no one sounds like grace slick.
comin back to me isn’t a type of song i love very often. but i ended up loving it.
appreciating this more than the last time i listened. college?
white rabbit really is a straight fucking banger isn’t it boys.
it’s a good record. i’ve just never bought into them as much as others from the same time. something overwrought about it. the title…
4
Apr 10 2025
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Beggars Banquet
The Rolling Stones
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love “snack time” written over the toilet on album cover. “taco thighs” too.
heard sympathy for the devil and street fighting man ten thousand times, but that doesn’t make them any less great songs. fun to try to listen to classic rock radio hits as if for the first time.
sympathy adds one element (piano, woo-woos) with every verse. i think the only guitar is the (blistering) solo and subsequent lead phrases. if keith is your only conscious guitarist, you know the other one is in trouble. “anastasia / screamed in vain.” 2 good 4 me. 👻
brian jones’ final flight: the billowing slide guitar on no expectations.
the “yep!” on dear doctor. 🤌🤌 gotDAMN these boys knew how to shamble.
the electric guitar lying on the floor on parachute woman. bleary. blown out. sick. two harmonicas. harmonicae.
the bass on jigsaw puzzle. also gotta love a verse that just goes through the band and provides one line of characterization per member. but if there’s a weak link on the album, this is it. interesting, listenable, and catchy weak link though.
by the time you’re on street fighting man, you’re in the thick of it. then the farty one note horn(?) solo. what a gift we’ve been given.
i remember getting so stoked to learn open e tuning after hearing prodigal son. entrancing rhythm. love a classic country blues rework.
lol. stray cat blues. “i know you’re only 15.” easy, sir michael. two electric guitars! doing that muscular stones weave we all (only i?) know and love.
factory girl. tabla! everyone’s favorite irish-appalachian-indian folk song. a really sweet and unique song. just long enough to make you miss it when it’s gone. like its namesake.
salt of the earth. keith richards’ little baby bird voice. love it every time they coax him out of his cage to sing a lead. “you got the silver” will forever be the best, but this scratches my itch until let it bleed pops up.
yes, let’s bring in the gospel chorus to go out on a high note after 40 minutes of songs about *checks notes* trying to bang underage girls.
FIVE and it’s not even their best one.
when do the skynyrd albums start popping up?
5
Apr 11 2025
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The College Dropout
Kanye West
kids sing, kiids siiing. killer.
set this party on fry. sekurrr. remember when he was a class conscious underdog making poignant statements about systemic racism and the empty promise of material wealth?
touching song about wanting to transcend your circumstances. militant song about fighting the good fight. always funky, consistently balanced with humor. even if you can see his god complex poking through, at least it’s the good side of christianity he’s conflating himself with.
yeah yeah jay z, hand the mic back to the exciting new young upstart.
get em high. in the pocket now. not one stutter yet, what a great fuckin album.
poor ray ray’s broke ass.
“damn baby i can’t do it that fast but i know someone who can” haha. enta twista. party certainly on fry by this point.
oh shit i forgot about this ludicrous song. sick guitar sample too. “say my name like candyman and i’ll come fix you up like the handyman.” makes it sound easy.
one killer beat after another. and how FUN is this record. propulsive and swaggering. a couple whoos comin on cuz.
i’ll be the smartest dead guy lol.
excellent from start to finish. the skits always hit and even have a certain rhythm.
family business is so earnest and innocent.
5 w/o a doubt
5
Apr 14 2025
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Led Zeppelin III
Led Zeppelin
their pastoral folk record lol. a lot of zep hate out there. people despise them. i get why i guess. i don’t listen to them like i'm in high school anymore, but when their records come up in my routine, i always get a bump of excitement. scratches a certain itch. primal stuff. i’ve got room for a slice of overblown self indulgent cock rock.
immigrant song like standing on the prow of a viking longship yadda blah yadda. when i put this record on in the house, i always wish they built to this track instead of kicking off with it. but it also kinda reads like getting the last of II out of their systems. worth listening to on headphones to really hear the bass run in the chorus. sick tremolo chords too.
give me the transition from friends into celebration day. 🤌 great phaser sound bridging the two, then it snaps into focus and BOOM full tilt boogie. band of gorillas fronted by a horny chimp.
i see how “since i been” can be characterized as a boring slog or a texturally complex blues meditation. i tend toward the latter and think it’s the right kind of moody. spooky mansion blues. i think at least the drums were recorded in the giant foyer of an old manor house, and it sounds that way. the organ is haunted; the creaky cricket playing the kick drum is right on time. page will never be on my mount rushmore of guitarists, but his playing is great here, particularly when he hits those arpeggiated chords just after 5:30. plant is a weird shrieking ghoul. it must have been funny to have his screechy ass wailing all the time.
out on the tiles. pubfight song. great boneheaded single note riff. guitar and bass playing the same thing. rides roughshod over those big dumb bashy bonham drums. i don’t give a fuck by now. i’m in it and it kicks hard and it feels good. someone break a pint of bitter over my head.
gallows pole starts as a funeral dirge and morphs into something dynamic and fun. rolling banjo.
tangerine is the last zep song that prompted a 39 year old man to tell me, “i fucking hate led zeppelin. they suck so much ass.” lol ok. it’s also the song in the final scene of almost famous. your choice i guess. pedal steel.
nothin wrong w bron y aur stomp. i came here to stomp.
good weird blown out finish w the rework of shake em on down (for roy harper (for some reason)). the guitar playing is caustic and stuttering, and the slide sounds like a straight razor.
probably influenced by nostalgia and familiarity, but i’m going 5 again. twenty years i’ve been putting this on and feeling better with every track. it ain’t for the poetry—it’s for getting me head bashed in.
three records in a row that feel like old friends.
5
Apr 15 2025
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The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
a pivotal point in american music and culture. this is when he lost the baby fat and woody guthrie impression of the first record, turned inward (“girl from”, “don’t think twice”) and outward (“masters”, “hard rain”) to create a work of genius. there’s also fun (“bd’s blues”, "i shall be free") and a glimpse of the full-blown lyrical expressionism of later albums like blonde on blonde.
love him or hate him (so much hate out there; typically from dudes), this album and this raspy little jewish dude from north minnesota have shaped your american cultural experience.
i feel like a better person every time i listen to this—when i'm forced to go through the range of emotions it evokes. a cathartic listen. they don't give out the nobel prize for literature to just anybody.
i welled up on my way to work listening to girl from north country. imagine someone writing that for you.
i sang joyfully along to the yips and yeahs and “right nows” on bd’s blues.
masters of war. sneering. disgusted. nakedly pointing a finger where it needed to be pointed. righteous shit.
hard rain is the post-apocalyptic sequel to masters framed as a question/answer conversation between man and boy. devastating poetic images, decades before cormac mccarthy put it in novel form. newborn babe with wild wolves all around it. ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard. you're welcome to read them symbolically or metaphorically, but you don't have to. face value will get you there.
don’t think twice is one of the best songs in the world. there's a reason everyone has covered it in every possible way.
oxford town. the jauntiest lil song about institutional racism and its disastrous effects out there. catchy. too short. i usually listen twice. dude performed "only a pawn in their game" before MLK delivered "i have a dream."
talkin world war 3 blues. just out there talking to himself. truthful observations pulled out of thin air. "but all the people can't be all right all the time. i think abraham lincoln said that. i'll let you be in my dream if i can be in yours. i said that."
cue corinna. simple, gorgeous, and swaying. who doesn't want to fall in love with corinna? dylan's love songs are never trite. where zep tapped into something primal with pounding drums, heavy riffs, and a particularly shrieky man, bob does it with lyrical images woven together that are profound and universal. and listen to that guitar.
honey just allow me is the throwback to the first self titled album. it's fun and wacky and he does fun dylan voice stuff. but by no means the strongest song here.
i shall be free is titled like a grand gesture protest song, but instead illustrates in little anecdotes an everyman's journey toward a more simple freedom. bridget bardot. anita ekberg. sophia loren. country will grow. boner joke. this album has it all.
speaking of boners, a hard 5.
5
Apr 16 2025
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Dookie
Green Day
listened to this for the first time at matt clark's house in probably the fifth grade, all sweaty from riding our bmx bikes around the neighborhood. he had a mark brunell jersey on. we were eating those little chalk candy cigarettes, gobbling them like wood chippers. first riff i learned on guitar was "brain stew." not on this record, but of note.
grew apart from green day through high school and tuned way out by the time they hit the american idiot/eyeliner phase. not bc of the message; it just read as a lame and desperate attempt at relevance from old dudes. little black outfits and suspenders and ties. punk twee with fauxhawks. the music didn't resonate with me at the time. i was into my classic rock phase, worshipping the who and zeppelin. i liked my dudes long haired and barechested and sepia toned, not looking like my weird awkward cousin at my great aunt's funeral.
burnout makes apathy and immaturity fun, something to strive for.
chump gets more interesting at the middle of song; the drum and bass bit with the ringing triplet chords and the excellent transition into
longview. good bassline and great interaction of all three instruments. a song about apathy, watching tv, and masturbating. a winner.
welcome to paradise. i like this song a lot. love how he starts singing the title in the chorus half a second before the instruments come back, the descending backing vocals. bass solo.
pulling teeth. 50s style rock n roll singalong. love it. the middle of this record kicks. great guitar tone on the solo.
basket case has such a killer chorus. was this on a THPS game?
"she" comes dangerously close to boring power chord country until the scream and the guitar tone change. bring that baby forward in the mix boys.
sassafras roots. the bass saves it, but not my favorite. it's a song. good question chorus. we still slacking, but real fast.
when i come around. god that's a great song. bounces along. a real guitar riff, unlike the last song. bass ducking and weaving around under it. good slow short ringy guitar solo.
in the end. drum and bass grab my attention again.
FOD. nice acoustic into electric.
4
Apr 17 2025
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Kollaps
Einstürzende Neubauten
it was about time this generator spit out something i can put on during a dinner party.
it’s fun to imagine what they’re playing. crescent wrench hitting airplane engine turbine. disc grinder on volkswagen chassis. clawfoot bathtub full of black water. music for steampunk orcs. the post-ww2/cold war years did wild things for german music.
actually puts me in a contemplative mood. or anxious at times. so far outside normal popular musical structures that it renders you completely passive. you don’t know what comes next and you can’t sing along, so there’s no point but to sit and wait and think.
it’s also undated. this kind of thing can’t really sound “old.”
i won’t pretend i was sitting there begging for more, but it’s definitely remarkable for its effect on the listener and its commitment to deconstruction. it prompted genuine thought from me about what makes music good and even what makes music, period. and im curious to come back to it again.
for all that, 4.
4
Apr 18 2025
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Woodface
Crowded House
the band sounds alright at first, then the kinda neutered vocal harmony pipes up over it. woof.
it's only natural is the best bad song in a bad bunch. made me think of big star for a second. yearn for big star. why would i listen to this when there's big star?
instrumental as backing track for vocals.
ladies and gentlemen, the house band for television's "seventh heaven."
orchestra. crooning white man singing sentimental lyrics. bad.
i'll listen to some pop rock. i'll put on a 10cc record. but this is dreck. this is worse than supertramp. this is a 1.
1
Apr 21 2025
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Sticky Fingers
The Rolling Stones
goodbye brian jones, welcome mick taylor. keith’s best partner i think. some of the best two guitar music out there. guitar heaven, this album.
brown sugar certainly wouldn't fly today. but what a song. lyrically, i’d like to think it’s got more in common with randy newman’s “good old boys” than it probably does. these guys weren’t randy newman.
sway is never the first song i think of, but it’s great. jagger is great. mick taylor’s slide is perfect for the stones. scuzzier than duane. his solo near the end trills and soars too.
wild horses is a great song, like, a really great song, but i usually skip it. part of that is classic rock radio overexposure and part is because i like my stones scuzzy. and also because
can’t you hear me knocking is next. and i can’t wait. i’ve got a thing for studio reactions that stay in songs. the stones have a few great ones (after marianne faithful’s voice cracks when she’s going ultra hard in “gimme shelter”, someone loses their shit and yells WHOO!). and here, during keith’s first run through one of the sickest rhythm riffs of all time, there’s a “guh!” halfway through and a back of the studio “yeah!” at the end of it. i swear to god i usually listen to the first seven seconds of this song three or four times in a row. there are a few more peppered in there. you can hear they were feeling this one.
this song was built for two guitars. or maybe two guitars were made for this song. worth listening on headphones for the mix. keith in your right ear, mick taylor in your left. perfect counterpoints.
you gotta move. you gotta include a faithful blues cover cuz you do it so good. this album's "prodigal son." works great after knocking. keith’s backing vocals.
bitch. drivin'. mick jagger really is an excellent frontman. another masterclass in how to use two guitars. the mix stays the same. keith on the right as the engine; mick left as the spitting flames; watts and wyman behind you, clacking on the tracks; jagger in your face, preening and mugging. lots of sax on this record.
naming a song "i got the blues" is funny. stones as stax. stones as the mg’s. mick jagger as otis redding. it's great. mick can't do what otis did but otis didn’t do what mick does. or did he? the stones are indebted to him. but he loved them too. satisfaction.
sister morphine. this thing is haunted. ry cooder, who plays his best guitar on other people’s records (beefheart, taj mahal), plays slide. his playing is ghoulish and note perfect. i think that’s a third guitar they use to make those haunted house sounds. by the time the drums really kick in at about 2:40, the engine is warm. a dark and very dirty song. murky stones at their best.
dead flowers. sunshine after sister morphine. country stones singalong. homies could write a song. hanging w gram parsons. dude was kinda in every band about this time.
moonlight mile. that's how to use strings in rock and roll.
filthy great record. love the black and white stones records. only thing missing is a keith-sung tune. but that doesn't keep it from a 5.
5
Apr 22 2025
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Fear Of Music
Talking Heads
nice, kind of a blind spot for me. i know the classic rock radio staples, and i know the 30 seconds concert footage ("psycho killer") that i used to watch on microsoft encarta on our family gateway. watched that a few less times than the thirty seconds of “my generation.”
the whole campy big suit stop making sense thing didn't appeal to me in my teens or early twenties, then in my later 20s and 30s, every coffee shop seemed to have a pink neon script sign that said "this must be the place." it annoyed me, and being an asshole, i avoided listening mostly based on this.
i zimbra. lol it’s so manic. working their asses off. i’m assuming byrne is playing and singing. impressive. an african disco song.
mind. sick. agile little riffs. big funky bottom. this is a GUITAR ASS RECORD.
i love cities. best disco song i've heard in a long time. the lyrics are funny: "Lot of rich people in Birmingham / Lot of ghosts in a lot of houses / Look over there! Dry ice factory / Good place to get some thinking done."
these first three tracks have blown my hair back. energy.
i got some GROCERIES some PEANUT BUTTER. always liked it when it came on 97.1 the drive. now i've got the bigger context.
memories can’t wait. big thick groove. out there. guitar party rolls on. i'm beginning to love rock and roll.
air has that kinda camp retro flair with the backup singers and those wacky instrumental sounds in the pre-chorus. at this point, i'm thinking about how good a vocalist david byrne is. this is impressive.
heaven. that's a lovely instrumental intro. love how the bass is still partying. this is a good record. i want this record.
animals is weird as hell and haha the lyrics: "I'm mad and that's a fact / I found out animals don't help / Animals think they're pretty smart / Shit on the ground, see in the dark." i want "shit on the ground, see in the dark" on a t shirt.
electric guitar is...there. i will say, it's still in my head.
drugs kinda builds itself out of its different parts. like a little robot finding its arms and legs. there are birds in the background. shimmery brian eno "treatments." i love the angular guitars around 4:20.
this album is like a party for 8.5 tracks, then does the "nuts and berries" thing in animals and kinds gets bummed on itself for the last two songs. maybe that’s the point. that’s kinda how parties are. i still want it. going 4 until i figure out if it’s a 5.
4
Apr 23 2025
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Disraeli Gears
Cream
say what you want about clapton (he’s both overly revered and unfairly maligned), but if that first hammer-on note of strange brew doesn’t get you, what’s wrong? too bad the album peaks here.
i don’t like jack bruce’s singing. i never have and i likely never will. he certainly thought so. i don’t buy it. give me ginger baker on "blue condition." hell gimme clapton on “outside woman.”
gimme: strange brew, blue condition, outside woman blues; play that heavy blooz, white boys.
warning: white guy talking about clapton's guitar tone. the formula that works best here is what worked best on mayall's blues breakers record with clapton: put him in the middle of the mix, crank his amp to 12, and let him bleed that sweet, pure overdriven tone all over everything. HOT tubes, baby. with clapton, it's not just what he's playing; it's how it sounds. so i guess it's about the producer or engineer or whatever too. which was the guy from mountain here, who wrote "mississippi queen." which kicks ass. this band sounds best when they sound like mountain.
you can keep: world of pain, dance the night away, we're going wrong (jesus); the "psychedelia"
the rest is mid.
take it back has a fun vocal hook and keeps jack bruce between the lines enough to be tolerable. it's nowhere near as good a traditional blues interpretation as, say, the stones could do though.
i sunshine of your loved myself to death in my 95 ford taurus in high school. it's a good song despite jack bruce. the greatest thing jack bruce ever did was play bass on zappa's song "apostrophe." and he didn't even like zappa. pff jack bruce.
thought about a 2.
3
Apr 24 2025
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She's So Unusual
Cyndi Lauper
i’ve avoided this record since adolescence mostly based on the album art. she’s so unusual. she’s so random. look how interesting. no shoes wow. what wild hair. i’m also not drawn to pop. we've all heard “girls” and “time after time”, but i've avoided the rest.
but now i’m grading essays while this bops along, and i'm enjoying it more than i thought i would.
my wife told me she bop is about female masturbation, which is chill.
on my way home from work, i remembered i inherited this record from my mom, so my second listen is on wax.
money changes everything is excellent. like a springsteen tunnel of love instrumental.
when you were mine is also excellent. prince song, but she sounds like female elvis costello. or he sounds like male cyndi lauper.
the hits are memorable and as is usually the case, made better in the context of the album.
uh oh, i'm into it. all through the night. shimmering synth. quieter instrumental so you can hear her voice better. wicked synth solo with a nobel prize winning bass groove under it. i’m a changed man, cyndi. thank you generator.
she’s great. i'm sold. agile and peppy and alternately cartoonishly fun, desperate and aching.
dumb apples and oranges recency comparison: so far, this album is everything yesterday's cream album isn’t. self possessed, cohesive, actually fun.
a reggae song. good groove. good synth(?)/bass line. not the best tune for her though? the elvis costello comparison comes to mind again, briefly.
i’ll kiss you is good.
betty boop joke song, k. kept it short. good.
last track is fine.
stronger start than finish. good album. broadened my 80s synth pop horizons. glad to own it on vinyl and throw it into the mix.
4
Apr 25 2025
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Tical
Method Man
my lil former pothead hip hop wife used to listen to this. she says gza pulled her onstage at a show once and she didn't know what to do. danced around a little. that she likes method man's voice. i do too. this one's new to me though.
album art. double smoke blows. dark and druggy mood, got it.
title track. off the bat, this is heavy, thick, coarse. wall of bass. i like it. and the real squeaky voice guy asking to pass it over here.
good news: this album sounds like the art looks.
meth vs. chef is fun.
sub crazy mmph. bustin nuts in your wife lol.
let me pull ya brain out ya ass with a hanger. ooh ooh do me next.
is the "release yo delf" intro "i will survive" parody singing dumb? it seems dumb. settles in after that. pretty relentless.
lol i like the skit/audio of all the bees and the guy screaming. i always liked the kung fu movie ones.
how many chambers, fellas? i keep forgetting.
plo style is no frills great.
i get my thang. tribe called quest beat, but murky and menacing.
mr. sandman is fuckin weird and better for it. that singing guy. also, “runnin through bitches like emmitt smith”. 1994.
enjoyed the whole thing three times. maybe a little same-y throughout. kinda paints with one tone brush. if i saw it for the right price, i'd buy it.
4
Apr 28 2025
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Murmur
R.E.M.
can you grow to like a band whose core sound you've disliked for decades? time to find out.
going into these listens looking for merit in artists i’ve doubted, disliked, or ignored while looking for weak points in my old favorites.
is this a good record? it has some hallmarks of a good record. michael stipe doesn't really sound like anyone else. the guitar is tasteful, ringing, and nuanced. the rhythm section is tight and pronounced. a bit trebly.
the opening track is okay, albeit with that hollow, flimsy feel to it, like it’s played through a pringles can. thin. that’s okay. “jangly” is how R.E.M. is always described, right? the chorus even has a hook. and it sounds like the R.E.M. i already know. okay.
and the rest of it hits like a feather. doesn't make me feel a thing, unlike everything else this thing has spit out so far. no urge to dance or play along with it (talking heads; stones). it doesn't make me want to run through a brick wall (zep). i don't want to cry (dylan) or laugh (method man). i'm not having fun (college dropout; cyndi lauper). i'm not singing along (alanis), nor is it triggering any well-earned hooky nostalgia (green day). i'm not on the edge of my seat (german industrial noise). i can't even hate it enough for that to be fun (crowded house). the production is clean, but not comedically steely dan clean, fun-clean, clean taken to its insane illogical end. i’m just sitting here and it comes out of the speakers and nothing is left behind. evaporates like rubbing alcohol.
sterile is a good word for it. sterile music. inert music maybe. purgatory rock. nothing rock.
since i was a kid, R.E.M. was a band to endure: i'm 16 and when i get in my car, the radio DJ says he has a two-fer from creedence coming up, but first, "losing my religion.” just get through this one, then you can have fun.
now, "perfect circle" is playing, and i'm thinking, who likes this? this sounds like a school talent show performance. what am i missing here? did they stand out so much from their contemporaries that this was exciting? it’s 1983. is def leppard so pervasive that this is the savior? christ, i’m glad i wasn’t around for that.
is “talk about the passion” good? no, it’s much less than the sum of its parts.
“moral kiosk” has an overdriven, bent note riff. the drummer hits the toms in the pre-chorus. does that give it enough to sink my teeth into? not once i know the chorus is just “ooohhhhhhh ooohhhh ohhhhhh.”
"sitting still" ironically moves forward with "energy," i guess, but it doesn't translate into anything actually kinetic. not that i need every record to be EXCITING and energizing. there’s more than one way to jump out of the speakers and demand to be heard. this kind of slouches out of the stereo, looks at you and shrugs, mutters some opaque “deep” lyric, cocks a pretentious half smile and falls asleep.
concession: the guitar playing is pretty good throughout. i see why people talk about peter buck. and i’ll say this: they nailed the title.
generous 2. this offered more than the record i gave a 1 to, i guess.
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Apr 29 2025
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The Chronic
Dr. Dre
i got bored.
i know this is an innovative record for his beats, less dependent on sampling. but i like sampling. give it to me drowning in old soul, funk, and jazz. give me the scavenger hunt. the bridge from the old to the new, and from verse to bridge to chorus. i love atcq, de la soul. give me king fu movie clips. maybe i'm comparing apples to oranges. being unfair.
okay then: the characteristic high squiggly synth on this album has never done it for me. i find it grating. i like the p-funk-esque basslines more though. and the beats and production hit hard. they’re forceful. although, i gotta say, i just don't find any of the beats that infectious. didn't really get the undeniable urge to move.
g-funk though, right?
sorry, it does a bit to free my mind, but my ass doesn't really follow. i wish it did. love a following ass.
lyrically, i ran out of steam with it. snoop announces himself, what, 11 or 12 times by the end of this? almost has enough dog puns to last the whole time, too. he's all over this thing. in fact, everyone keeps announcing themselves. spins its wheels. lots of dicks in lots of mouths; fewer nuts on fewer tonsils, but still enough to overdo it. lots of bodies lying flat. swagger and violence. homosexuality insults, misogyny.
i'm not judging this from a moralistic "this didn't age well" place. forget that. please, give me a snapshot of a time and the world. capture something and make a statement. but that doesn't mean i'm not allowed to get bored after 40, 50, 60 minutes of it. and dr. dre's voice and delivery is completely unremarkable. which is why he's mostly a producer, i get it.
a few interesting shifts: "the day..." (LA riots and maybe the most interesting song on here) and "lil ghetto boy" (Donny Hathaway sample); the other a feint: "rat-tat-tat-tat" cloaks itself in social reform before taking you back where along familiar lines).
i can't pretend to have access to the experience of a young black man in south central LA (or anywhere) in the 70s, 80s, and 90s, the background of frustration and institutional injustice and artistic striving that went into the creation of WC hip-hop/gangsta rap. so can i access this on a personal, autobiographical level? no, and i won't pretend like i can.
but then again, am i really "connecting" with the delta blues on a personal level, or with someone like white british john mayall (or any white band who covered it) singing about picking cotton on parchman farm? no. and frankly, he sounds like an asshole on that song.
none of that is to detract from the importance this album, musically and culturally. but i felt a bit like malibu's most wanted driving around playing it.
which leaves me with the music, which, if i'm honest with myself, won't really bring me back. i'll hear the big and important singles though, in the air, on soundtracks for biopics, etc.
listened to it twice. with the benefit of hindsight, i can hear the tectonic shifts in rap history, the landmark sounds and tracks. an important record, world-altering for many.
2
Apr 30 2025
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I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight
Richard Thompson
extraordinary album. like, extra ordinary. like weird. wyrd. death-obsessed and out there. with an all-time guitarist.
i'm cuckoo about the first side of this thing, but i've always felt like the second side isn't as strong. softer. not as varied. more dated. funereal at times.
the first side is stunning. an intoxicating mix of british folk and thompson's wily raga guitar fills. a great opener in "when i get"; blues rock stomp in "bright lights"; the moody "calvary cross" (thompson's opening guitar solo, holy christ). "withered and died" and "drunkards" slow things down, keep it balanced. beautiful songs. rooted at least half in the past musically, but timeless in their subject matter:
death, of course (the border line). but also being sick and goddamn tired of work, living for the weekend, drinking on the weekend, getting hammered on the weekend, looking for love on the weekend, and dreading monday morning (which is also sometimes death). existential workingman's music.
side two:
"we sing": three string fiddles and "the old fashioned way." a good singalong.
i love "has he got a friend for me." that's some good lovelorn achin', linda. great slice of life tune about desperation and dating. sounds current.
where "drunkards" could depict any skid row from the 19th or 20th century, "beggar girl" feels older, more dated. the cockles and clams girl from game of thrones or something. that’s good folk though.
end of the rainbow. jesus, that's dark. hey little baby, there's nothing to grow up for anymore. but really, what's he gonna do about it?
man, "valerio" is a dirge, isn't it? the lyrics are great. that's just a hell of a note to end on.
after 6 listens (its a short album!), it’s a 5. the lyrics are so good on side 2 that it merits it, even if i don't prefer it as much as side 1 instrumentally. and every song is a standout in one way or another.
5
May 01 2025
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Bayou Country
Creedence Clearwater Revival
i always get bayou country and green river mixed up bc they’re both just pictures of them in the woods. northern ca boys in the “swamp.” who you fooling? you jokers are in el cerrito.
zep knew about myth; sabbath too (and a lot of metal bands); so did creedence. creating a world and living inside it, sending out dispatches from middle earth or the lower circle of hell, or in this case, the humid swamps of an idealized american south. cynics might call it a gimmick, but it gets to the core of something human: we love fantasy. crave it. need it.
i love the first creedence record. it's raw and they're still thrashing around trying to perfect the sound.
"born on the bayou" is the pivot where it really snaps into focus. establishes the myth not only in sound but in words, too. dead perfect tremolo too.
does graveyard train need to be that long? probably not. they could have set the tone in less than 8.5 minutes.
good golly. back to the source. fogerty with a fuzz pedal, a wicked combo.
"penthouse pauper" is similar to one of my fave tracks from the first record, "the working man." call and response blues song, fogerty talking with his guitar. i love the third verse in particular. after the hacksaw line, his guitar rasps and cuts; after boasting about moving up to the house on top, a scale that builds from low to high. not tricky or fussy, but just what the song calls for.
i've heard proud mary too many times, but it's so very good. fogerty plays the right guitar for the moment again. the solo doesn't rip or tear, but laps up against the riverbank.
chooglin'. talkin' bout sex, compadre. slightly too long a bit too aimless? probably. but choogle is also the perfect verb to describe creedence's sound. fogerty's guitar tone is nasty.
ever hear anyone covering creedence? it's usually bad. tina turner could do it. you need a force of nature to cover a force of nature.
not their best or my favorite, but still very good. it's probably on this list because of "bayou" and "proud mary", but if this is here, that means the next three albums are too because those are even better.
so i’m saving some creedence headroom with a 4. ooby dooby what a band.
4
May 02 2025
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Surf's Up
The Beach Boys
i played this a lot last summer and it never failed. morning, afternoon, evening, night. dinner-tested, bonfire-tested, road-tested, hotel-tested, yardwork-tested, wife-tested. not TOO beach boysy (moodier, no actual surfing or little deuce coupes, and the only girls are a weird idealized disney version), but most definitely beach boysy.
one of the best album art/album title/title of first track/messing with people's expectations about the band ever.
sometimes i wonder, "are these lyrics full of childlike innocence and wonder or just written by dummies?" then i stop caring because of the sweet hooks, baby. i came for the vibes.
i skip “student demonstration time” sometimes because it can feel out of place; it can hit as hokey and kind of a paint-by-numbers activism song. like they’re trying this societal critique thing on for the first time, which is true as far as i know. is it tongue in cheek? is the middle-of-the-road blues and title so bog-standard and generic that the whole thing is a bit of a joke? but also not? either way, they were sticking a thumb in the eye of the authorities, which is righteous. they're the rioters. and i like the sirens they have on there. i thought i was getting pulled over earlier today driving home to this.
"feel flows" sounds like its title. it's a smooth lil treat. who played the flute? by far the most played track on spotify.
the phaser on the vocals in "lookin at tomorrow." yes plz, you can do that anytime.
“a day in the life of a tree" could be a kinks song (which is a very soft spot for me). (but also, the little voice: "childlike innocence or just dummies?") shhhhhhh, we're here for the vibes. it starts a three-track suite that gently kicks ass. i wish they'd joined them up into a true medley though. points off!
as an album, it’s catchier and prettier than it is smart. the production is top notch and worth listening to on headphones or very loud. the last tracks are the understated showstoppers. this was the record that opened up the beach boys for me. my wife says it’s a 5, which is probably why it gets so much play around our house. i think it’s a 4 and change.
4
May 05 2025
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Superfly
Curtis Mayfield
a juicy slab of scorching yet tender soul funk. i’ve never seen the movie and i feel like i don’t have to. his storytelling, both vocal and instrumental, give me all i need. it’s sequenced perfectly. provides exposition, tension, conflict, and resolution.
you want this record. you want to put it on and nestle into its grooves. you want him to tell you how it was, how it is, in his dulcet falsetto. you want to listen close for the harp and bells and bass lines and every wah-wah note. you want the orchestral swells and that damn flute. you wish that was you scraping the guiro on the title track. holy christ, what a title track. if that doesn't make you move, you dead.
american music. the kind of musical stew that only could have come out of this imperfect, possibly doomed experiment. multicultural, and born of inequality, struggle, and striving for something better. so cool and unique and funky that it makes the rest of the world wish it was theirs to claim, despite the fact that its subject matter shows the deep imperfections of this place.
the lyrics are notable because they're real. the sketches of hustlers and pushermen and heroes and villains aren't caricatures, but sound unforced, natural, true.
everything i've ever heard from or read about curtis mayfield indicates he was the best kind of american and a dude. curtis moves people. their hearts, minds, and asses. be honest. he moved at least one of those for you while you listened. don’t overthink it. this is a 5.
5
May 06 2025
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Parallel Lines
Blondie
album concept: five goobers who look like they work at a pizza parlor dress as tarantino characters and put on a power pop hook clinic while a golden haired demi-goddess (i love you deborah) whirls, sneers, and wails her way through twelve excellent songs.
i can remember the exact moment i fell in love with debbie harry as a boy in the back of the minivan listening along to Q104.1 FM: the second chorus of "one way" when she starts letting her voice do that growly thing. probably 7 years old. floored. slack-jawed. what is this weird feeling? who is this lady who's gonna get me? god, i hope she does. i didn't know who she was or what she looked like for another seven years. didn't matter. imprinted.
apparently they caught shit for "heart of glass." too commercial or disco, not close enough to what the post-punk art rock world thought was legit. goes to show the value of a dogmatic view of music. any musician who wanted to rob the world of THAT groove (nice one, goobers) deserves to have their card revoked. plus it fits perfectly with the album's sequence.
not a dull moment. gets better with every listen. makes me love rock and roll, debbie, and even disco a little more. what more could i ask for?
5
May 07 2025
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Songs In The Key Of Life
Stevie Wonder
from an album that doesn't overstay its welcome for one second to this.
isn't she lovely? isn't six minutes of the same grating musical phrase repeated ad nauseum with someone else's home movies laid over it lovely?
it's produced beautifully, that's for sure.
but the other words that come to mind are saccharine, trite, and repetitive. "love's in need of love today"? lol k. how about "if it's magic", a three minute jingle for an unmade coca cola commercial?
high points:
-the opening harmony on "love's in need."
-have a talk with god. that's a good song. stellar sounds in there.
-village ghetto land is one synthesizer that sounds like an orchestra. pretty cool. clever, real lyrics too.
-contusion. more of that would have gone a long way to breaking up smooth stevie's sugar sweet singalong.
-pastime paradise. coolio was right.
-i wish. good song. will smith and kevin kline were right.
you can keep almost all of side two. isn’t she lovely never ends or changes. "black man" has an intense groove, but just. doesn't. end. or change. right through the question and answer chanting. it's a nice sentiment, but so is the title "love's in need of some love."
stevie's never been a go-to for me. his voice has never stuck to my ribs like some others. the grooves have always pulled up short of genuinely infectious. they’re repetitive. it took me five good listens before talking book clicked. but it did click. maybe this will, too. this is a biggie in musical history and universally lauded. i'm curious to get to the bottom as to why. but not today.
3
May 08 2025
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Bookends
Simon & Garfunkel
5
May 09 2025
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Skylarking
XTC
"got anything that leans into mccartney's worst instincts? sometimes sounds like the beach boys but bad? maybe a little cute and camp?"
buddy, have i got an album for you.
tolerable:
summer's cauldron/grass
big day
"elaborate pop arrangements" only go so far. toyed with the idea of a 1.
2
May 12 2025
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Are You Experienced
Jimi Hendrix
probably the closest we got to an actual wizard on earth. summoned blood and thunder, water and earth. elemental music. the rhythm section made the whole thing fly even higher, and the times mythologized it.
he was just a guy with demons and vices and fears, but he sounded like a god. a song like "manic depression" is always jarring because it's about a human problem. why you singing about this, jimi? aren't you above this, on your own plane?
turns out, no. and that's both what made him so great and what robbed the world of more of him. a killer debut and a great record. gimme more jimi.
5
May 13 2025
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Paul Simon
Paul Simon
fun, dynamic album. always has a new sound, fresh hook, or clever turn of phrase in his back pocket.
5
May 14 2025
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Hysteria
Def Leppard
made me sad. the musical equivalent of being forced to sing happy birthday to a coworker on your lunch break. a lame attempt to manufacture excitement from nothing. unearned and uncalled for. empty. forced. probably fun for a fleeting moment for those who don't know any better.
i expected to dislike this, but i didn't expect it to be so boring. the "hooks" don't work. the songs are too long.
rot. or if i'm more charitable, music to have a dalliance with at fourteen, but to move on from once you realize there's a big, beautiful, genuine world out there.
1
May 15 2025
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Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Wu-Tang Clan
fun, crass, clever, funky, raw, funny, weird, culturally rich, dynamic.
sew ya asshole closed and keep feedin you and feedin you and feedin you and feedin you.
give me more. i can take it.
5
May 19 2025
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The Clash
The Clash
twice as pissed as london calling, which i prefer for its diversity of styles. but this is raw, powerful, and seminal. it’s a killer album. five for sure.
there's no stars higher than five on here, and i'm not rating this down to make some weird star room for lc, so they'll both get full marks. if it didn't sound like a five the first time, turn it up.
double nickels on the clash.
5
May 20 2025
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American IV: The Man Comes Around
Johnny Cash
love a late career renaissance album. especially when it comes with an evolutionary step that suits their age and the times.
i'd be lying if i called myself a nine inch nails fan, but i’m a fan of johnny cash covering nine inch nails from what sounds like a dungeon cell. sounds like a goya painting. music for a mccarthy novel.
“the man comes around” is so good it’s like you’ve known it your whole life. perfect song to go out on.
most of it works. “i’m so lonesome i could cry” is one of the best songs ever written. personal jesus is great. it’s enthralling to hear his old voice RIGHT THERE. the production is awesome.
bridge over troubled water teeters on the edge of not working, but you're rooting for the old timer the whole time, aren't you?
damn your eyes!
4
May 21 2025
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Grace
Jeff Buckley
“all my favorite singers couldn't sing.” — david berman
doesn’t strike me as real. so the harder he tries, the harder i cringe.
there are a few moments. his guitar playing is good.
2
May 22 2025
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So Much For The City
The Thrills
i once spent three weeks in ireland. i'm writing a very precious album about it just to get back at these guys.
this doesn’t belong here. out of its league. not essential listening by any stretch of the imagination. inconsequential stuff. at least def leppard epitomizes something.
1
May 23 2025
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Winter In America
Gil Scott-Heron
3.5? sometimes sounds uneven rather than varied, but grows in strength as it goes. jackson’s key/piano playing is great throughout, although i prefer the second half with the fuller band. hits its stride with “the bottle.”
gil’s poetry also improves in the second half, both in his ability to surprise and the acquisition of a sense of humor. although i get that funny wasn’t necessarily what he wanted in an exploration of black life in america. his rhythmic timing isn’t exactly dead on, but i think that's part of his thing.
replace a few names in h2ogate blues and dedicate it to jd vance rather than spiro agnew, and it’s perfect for 2025. even better that it’s live. lively, clever, sharp, true.
the flute also pipes up around halfway, flits in and out, and is more than welcome to hang out.
feels a bit heavy handed at times, but it’s good. it could grow into a 4 or higher.
3
May 26 2025
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Strangeways, Here We Come
The Smiths
my first time through a whole smiths album. i like this more than i thought i would.
no one really likes steve morrissey as a guy, but his lyrics are jarring and vivid. plus, the johnny marr hype is worthy.
tonally, 80s sadboy/goth has never been my thing, but it's growing on me. marr's guitar helps it along. he kinda does everything here. snarling rhythm, chiming rhythm, dreamy fingerpicking, wailing single notes, bo diddley slapback. autoharp.
it's also funnier than i expected. "unhappy birthday." petty as hell.
"paint a vulgar picture" has that sweet vocal hook that i crave. and who doesn't love a song shitting on someone's boss? the smiths and johnny paycheck. this one just has a dead guy.
a silly death-obsessed blues song and another petty, jealous one to end it.
yeah, this is all right.
4
May 27 2025
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Reggatta De Blanc
The Police
pretty fun actually. the reggae thing is a platform for some catchy breakdowns. runs the gamut from good (deathwish; the big singles; bring on the night; contact) to inoffensive (regatta; the bed's too big) to cornball (it’s alright for you; on any other day).
it's mostly good and tight and low stakes. even the corn made me drum along with it. some surprising atonal guitar stuff and effects use.
3
May 28 2025
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Scream, Dracula, Scream
Rocket From The Crypt
nah.
"high energy" "punk" "rock". just because you put the words together doesn’t mean it is. puts on the costume and thrashes around, tries to convince you. gnashes its teeth. is fast. has horns. says little.
i found myself doing strange things while this was playing. put a monster energy sticker on my truck. stashed my sunglasses on the back of my head. grew a soul patch.
sounds like san diego. like french fries in your perfectly good burrito. empty calories.
there are impulses here that i appreciate more than on the albums i’ve rated as 1, but not by much. this is empty sound and impotent fury.
if this is your thing, i’m sure these guys are coming to a desert or riverboat casino near you soon. keep stingin' em fellas.
2
May 29 2025
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Apocalypse Dudes
Turbonegro
did these guys forget that ramones records are 29 minutes long? that if you’re going to take us on an odyssey, you need the clash’s versatility or television’s meandering, exploratory mastery? or, y’know, raw power?
we've all either received or given a blowjob by now, guys. fucking get over it and say something.
more costumed posturing. lord have mercy we need a good authentic punk album this week.
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May 30 2025
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Let Love Rule
Lenny Kravitz
this is sweet, it really is.
lenny loved prince, the beatles, jimi, and stevie so much that he self-produced this loving macaroni art tribute.
it's sweet, but it's not good.
1