An angry, eloquent punk-pop tunesmith with a hell of a band to drive the bangers. Favorite track: Radio, Radio (which also contains the best lyric: "And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools trying to anesthetize the way that you feel"). Honorable mention: Lipstick Vogue (madman drummer), Pump It Up.
I may have listened to this album more than any other in my life...it's one of rock 'n' roll's goats. It's a miracle that this rag tag band of drunk and high degenerates were able to take a break from their LA sleazeball lifestyle to capture the level of focus and clarity on this record. Slash and Izzy with all-time guitar interplay. Nobody with the range or power dynamics of Axl here. Favorite track: They throw the molotov with the opening guitar notes of Jungle, immediately followed by Axl letting the world know that his is the one that says bad MF on it. This one still rules from start to finish every time it comes on. Slash isn't quite in the top level of the rock 'n' roll soloist Hall of Fame pyramid with Hendrix, Page, and EVH...but he's in the tier right below with Angus, Joe Perry, etc. In the immortal words of my daughter when she was six years old about the Paradise City outro: "Slash doesn't wanna slow down."
Dropping the horny-ass rock n roll sledgehammer, as they always do. Bon's a beast. Malcolm's the riffmeister general. Tight rhythm section for Angus to go apeshit over. "[She had] the body of Venus with arms."
Concrete jungle and Little Bitch (minus the misogyny) are my shit. Great vibes, love the ska rhythms, and for the life of me I can't remember a single melody or lyric having just listened to the entire album. Actually that's not entirely true, as the little bitch riff was lifted straight from brown sugar.
Late Muddy. He sounds great, as does the band. The best songs on here are re-recordings of a few from the 1950s. Recorded in three days.…the way it should be.
Such lush and interesting instrumentation throughout. Paul's bass lines (and lead guitar on the title track and good morning good morning) off the charts. Ringo playing those tasty drums. A Day in the Life is that genius shit. Probably could have left its last few seconds (5:11 mark) on the cutting room floor. I do appreciate the lyrics: "I Never Gucci Any Other Way." 🤪
Chuck that, Nile! Good times is a perfect disco song. Bass line got Bernard Edwards and Nile Rodgers writing credits on Rapper's Delight. Per Wikipedia, "Queen's John Deacon reportedly used the songs bass line as inspiration for his own bass line for the band's 1980 single another one bites the dust." The ballads are fine…and on a seven song album "fine" can't afford to be making the cut.
Facelift and Out-Bloody-Rageous have really nice grooves once they finally get going...but I nearly turned the album off after its first two minutes (looking at you, "gloopy space synth noise").
Ashcroft knows how to write a good song.
Like a great '60s garage band with Roni and the Ronettes singing.
Ballads? We don't need no stinking ballads!
Only note: I wish the cheesy 80s synth on our lips are sealed was replaced with a 1960s sounding keyboard/organ.
Did they borrow the Attractions drummer for this? #beastmode
If I was the male vocalist for the Sugarcubes I would say, "why don't you go ahead and sing everything, Björk, so that I don't sound like a fucking fool." Nobody else like her, epitomized by the combination of grit and sweetness and range (within the span of three seconds) in the chorus to birthday.
One real song across the first five tracks. Middling until Maybe I'm Amazed and it's like "oh yeah, this dude's one of the greatest pop songwriters ever!" Then the big finish of drum noodling/zen chanting/heavy breathing.
Perhaps the greatest illustration that all you really need to sound big and strong as hell is drums, bass, and a guitar (with delay pedal). Admittedly it helps to have Moon, Entwistle, and Townshend playing those instruments.
Classic Dre production and Snoop at his slinky laid-back best. Has a healthy number of the greatest hip hop tracks of all time, with no filler (besides the always unnecessary, though occasionally hilarious, skits). This is a five star album with a one star deduction for the rampant misogyny (which, arguably, could have been a four star deduction). Dre's go-to high synth sound hasn't aged terribly well.
Perhaps most notably, the album contains music history's best random insertion of a baseball play-by-play announcer, in order to detail Meat's loaf gleefully scampering around the proverbial bases.
Meat should have locked Steinman's piano out of the recording studio and told him he only wanted bangers, the result of which would have been one of the greatest rock 'n' roll albums ever. The highs are incredibly high (the rockers, especially every time he starts talking real fast)…The ballads are ballast.
Now THAT'S realer than Real-Deal Holyfield, and now you bachelor degree holders know how I feel. Singer, guitarist, songwriter, bandleader extraordinaire.
“That’s where I got the idea for ... the title for the “Hot Rats” album: There’s a recording that I picked up in Europe that had ... “The Shadow of Your Smile” with Archie Schepp playing on it, and he played this solo that just sounded to me immediately like there was this fucking army of preheated rats screaming out of his saxophone. That’s what it sounded like.”
Bill Hader adds his perspective: "Girls do not like Frank Zappa. You can't get a girl in a car and play Hot Rats and be like, 'Willie the Pimp.' And they're like, 'Is there any music to this? Is there any lyrics?' I'm like, 'Oh, that's a guy singing. His name's Captain Beefheart.' And they're like, 'Can we put on TLC or something?'"
Wasn't looking forward to slogging my way through this…Then he started singing and I was like DAMNNNNNNNNN! Then came some Alan Lomax Smithsonian field recording-sounding "song." Then came Mama Roux and I was like DAMNNNNNNNNN! Then more field recordings. Finally, in his greatest contribution to music history, he concludes the album by saying, "Golden teeth and golden tones, welcome to my presence...let there be teeth!" And there was Teeth.
If you're going to call it yacht rock, at least call it yacht rock for geniuses. Michael McDonald backing vox on every song ever, please!
The B.B. King ("singer, guitarist, songwriter, bandleader extraordinaire") of white boy swamp rock. Incredible that CCR released three all-time classic albums in 1969. Keep on chooglin.
Appalachian dulcimer players of the world unite!
A great sounding and well sung bunch of perfectly fine, unmemorable country tunes. Cool title though.
Three wah tracks on Billy Jack: it is so choice.
Pure voice. Incredible musician and social commentator. I hear the influence on Prince all over the place.
One of many five star Mayfield albums.
Pretty good songwriter for a 22-year-old.
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Raw power right out of the gate.
I enjoy Chuck Mangione. Not, however, on an album by the dude who played the Sultans of Swing solo. Your Latest Trick is offensive coming from Knopfler. Not a bad song, just a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad arrangement. Get that nights with Delilah shit out of here and turn up the guitar.
Singer, songwriter, banjo-player extraordinaire. Beautiful folk. I was delighted every she intentionally played the occasional solo note outside of the scale (on Revelator, most notably).
wishing well is the best prince song of 1987…other than every song on sign o' the times.
Iommi guitar double-tracked, Geezer on low end, Ward bashing, prince of darkness. What more do you need? Keep it simple stupid.
Wah Wah Watson was the star of this album...which isn't optimal if you're the Temptations.
Missed opportunity at the end of Horsin' Around: instead of Paddy McAloon shouting "HUH!", the album's producer Thomas Dolby should have yelled "SCIENCE!"
I liked Bonny and Appetite best. Didn't care for the general cheesy jazz lite vibe overall.
Most bands would kill to have eight hits over the course of their career. Boston went eight for eight on their first album. The poor man's American Queen. 🚢
Apparently spelling has no correlation to a band's ability to rock and roll!
Not my cup of tea, although I did enjoy yes and faster. I'm pretty sure I didn't understand a single lyric.
Now THAT'S how you use synthesizers in the 80s (glares at Knopfler, again). Gore explained his early objectives for Depeche Mode, saying, "My dream was to combine the emotion of Neil Young or John Lennon transmitted by Kraftwerk's synthesizers. Soul music played by electronic instruments." Their next album would be a five star classic.
While I might give the album three stars taking nothing else into consideration (All of the Lights remains tremendous), I have to consider this from earlier this year:
Kanye West, also known as Ye, escalated his antisemitic rhetoric by releasing a music video titled “HEIL HITLER (HOOLIGAN VERSION)” on X, featuring Nazi imagery and the lyric “So I became a Nazi, I’m the villain,” continuing a disturbing trajectory of antisemitic behavior that includes selling swastika-themed merchandise and praising Hitler. The video, which quickly amassed over a million views, follows a brief Twitch livestream in which Ye gave a Nazi salute and shouted “Heil Hitler” before being banned within minutes for violating the platform’s guidelines.
The zero stars of that so far outweighs any musical value that the result my first one star review.
Slip-not for me. Liked the guitars, the drums when he wasn't overplaying, and the occasional "Dave Grohl vocals."
Trump and his goons are the zombie scourge of the earth. Donald, please don't kill my mom by throwing her out of a window.
The original indie band. The original version of the Gallagher brothers relationship. The soundtrack to Wes Anderson (along with Mothersbaugh and Desplat). Waterloo Sunset. Five stars.
Give me that backwards guitar on Book of Saturday every day.
It's not what I would sit around and listen to… But it is what the cool underground kids in college would sit around and listen to.
One of the great "I know I'm about to die" albums, along with Cash's American Recordings, Zevon's The Wind, and Dylan's Time Out of Mind.
Fun fact: You Want It Darker's choral intro was inspired by another track 1 album title: Bobby Brown's Don't Be Cruel.
This land was made for you and me. And Charles Starkweather.
Apex Pete. While bookended by two of the great rockers, the album is primarily driven by acoustic guitars. And the incomparable tandem of Entwistle and Moon. The yin yang of Macho Man Daltrey and Lady Townshend's vocals is so rich.
One last masterpiece from the greatest of all time. And what a song to end it on (I don't count her Majesty): all four guys both rocking together and having their individual moment to shine.
Coincidence that they waited to put Busta as the album's final verse? I THINK NOT! Nobody wants to follow that.
(Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon.)
I hope this won't be another one of those unabridged paranoid hippie monologues I seem obliged to sit through.
Great, simple (a compliment) arrangements of some ol' cowboy songs.
Even on the millionth listen, Limelight still rules.
One-trick pony, but at least it's a trick I've never seen before?
J. D. Considine wrote in The Rolling Stone Album Guide that the record defined the ambient aesthetic while providing a name for the genre. Plus now I feel super chill.
This was the first album I had never heard of the artist or any of the songs.
Keeping those white boy blues alive.
Significantly schmaltzier than I anticipated...but the lesson is that selling your soul to Delilah can win you the album of the year Grammy over Tom Petty twice in the same year (Full Moon Fever, Wilburys Vol. 1.).
Although Life on Mars is my favorite song on the album, I prefer my Bowie with guitar rather than piano. Give me the main acoustic riff from Andy Warhol or the electrics on Queen Bitch any day
More like skunk butt amirite?
I appreciate her evolving as an artist, especially continuing to incorporate jazz.
Aka "Scottish Strokes by Scottish Strokes."
Elvis is at his best with the attractions. I prefer angry young man guitar Elvis to Bacharach Elvis…And we get some of both on this album. Kinder murder, 13 steps lead down, My science fiction twin, and just about glad are the high points. 15 songs was too much: had he cut four or five of them this would probably be a four star album.
You's a penguin-lookin mf. OG beats by Dre. Poor Eazy...he didn't stand a chance. Welcome to the world, snoop. Just another mf day for Dre. Did what's his name get after you yesterday? The first half of the album is SO good it makes up for some filler on side two.
Steve Howe you elf looking bad MFng guitar genius. Is this nerd rock at its finest?
