I reckon Mr. Kilmister put it best - which is also applicable here - when he said: "ROCK OUT WITH YOUR COCK OUT!"
It stank indeed, just as it said on the tin
The only thing that makes any sense to me is that the demand for this drivel didn't just grow organically, but was created artificially by moguls, and for nefarious purposes.
This isn't essential. It really must have been the right time and place for them to launch a career when this was adequate.
I liked the disjointed bridges and drum syncopation.
I can't bear their hits at all, but this is great.
I'd just rather listen to something else
There's absolutely nothing wrong with this album. I just prefer jazz less harmless than this.
The flute is what makes it special.
This is so awesome.
Naysayers aren't even fit to be the janitors of the Temple of Syrinx.
I guess surf bros had good times in the 60's.
Even when a side project doesn't quite work out there might be contractual obligations to release it anyway, since it was made at someone's expense, and fans of people famous for other things just might scrape up some cash for it. What's wrong is to include such albums in a list like this, and make people like me worse off for having listened to this steaming pile of shit.
I like rock, I like blues, I like raw minimalism, and I hate the Rolling Stones. Gimme Shelter was shit, and every time something worthwhile is nearly achieved, they manage to ruin it in one way or another.
This is decent pop-rock, the Beatles influence is quite clear, not enough hooks to carry it the whole way through.
Boring and annoying at the same time.
Not just a record, it's a revelation.
Sounds more like a collection of musical ideas than an album. I like Paul, but this is a good example of why you need a producer who's able to say: "No, we're not doing it like that."
So this is here because it's the earliest known use of the word "psychedelic" on an album title? It's shit.
This is a masterpiece by the band with four soloists.
To quote a dead genius: "They were so high they let Ringo sing a couple of tunes"
Another band whose biggest hit being overplayed kept me at a distance for far too long. My biggest criticism is that this is not their best, but it's the only one on the list. For shame.
Sleek, Chic, but repetitive and shallow.
Very competent, I see how the stale melancholia could be mistaken as profound emotional depth.
OOOooo lemme *snorts a line*
AAAH lemme say *backflips over an amp*
UUUAAAAAhhhaAA LEMME just SAY *dodges a bullet*
OH WEE baby lay it ON ME!
There is much difficulty in rating this since the character of the artist and the cultural dynamics around her are inseparable from, or may even overshadow the reception of the work from a musical standpoint. It has always been this way with cultural signaling relating to appreciating art considered difficult or esoteric, and carrying that as a badge of a sophisticated taste. I think the sound sculpting by this performance artist is quite nice in moderation.
The album by the artist formerly known as Prince back when he was currently known as Prince might have formerly sounded quite fresh and maybe even groundbreaking, but currently sounds quite dated.
Everything has already been said about this.
A harrowing tale of dysfunctional relationships and emotional nihilism. What makes it even more bleak is that this is the debut album of a 19-year old, and it's not a beginning of any sort, it's self-annihilation already at terminal velocity and she seems to know it.
It's ok, but a lot of it just isn't necessary and could be left out, like much of the britpop on this list.
Great musicianship, good production, average songs.
There was a wrong note at 20:40
The band is grooving and it's a great sounding record, but it should have been a priority for everyone involved in this project to get someone else to sing.
And here's a message to all you politically motivated one-starrers: Go tell Yo-yo Ma he's appropriating white music you RACIST fucking dunces
What a mildly interesting album.
Tastefull, skillfull, and most of all soulfull
The rhythmic and harmonic structuring creates a hypnotic pattern to this uncompromising journey. A unique atmosphere which I like.
Like the rock, like the folk, not fan of the tuning in Tangerine, very good album.
I commend the string section for their professionalism, everything else here is obnoxious bullshit.
What's not to like? Well, the riffing while ok is not the best, lead singing by the others is inferior and unnecessary, the prog elements are lukewarm, the sound is unrefined, but we now know something unique will soon emerge out of these elements.
Post-grunge revivalism masquerading as innovation, album falls on its face as ideas run out. Good fuzz sound.
I liked the music. The lyrics however try to connect the narrator's emotional anguish and heartbreak to the world's ending, which doesn't induce empathy, but a sense of such profound self-importance that it makes the lyricist seem like a bit of a prick.
Didn't quite feel what the audience seemed to be experiencing.
I don't mind this, but I have no need for it either. As a general direction for popular music permeating the airwaves I actually did mind it very much, and abhor the race to the algorithm-friendly bottom. But that's not their fault, I suppose.
These goofy dudes. You probably wouldn't believe the impact this tongue-in-cheek piece had in a decade, or that the genre and counterculture which bore this album's title did actually strike fear in the hearts of normies at the mere sight of us freaks back then. Yes it's not very good, they weren't serious about devil worship, and neither were us, although a few dabbled with it. What we were serious about was the rejection of the worldview which was placed upon our generation, except pretty soon most forgot about that and became alcoholics, drug addicts, went to business school, or all of the above.
Previously I’ve been pleasantly surprised by this list with bands I only knew from their obnoxious hit singles, when they’ve actually had pretty good albums. Not this time.
Retro appeal of this mellow album fails to carry throughout its length due to lack of musical ideas and songwriting
You start making an album of the Greatest Rejected TV Theme Songs, get bored and drop the tiniest little bit of acid, get a little trippy, but then you realize it wasn’t even good acid and now you’ve plateaued, your album is as exciting as a reheated microwave dinner, and you’re just a whiny boring coward. You wish you were cool like some of the rock stars who sometimes let you hang out with them.
I was completely ready to be pleasantly surprised by this album at the onset of the theremin solo, and then it was brought in again in bad taste. By the awful Beatles pastiche it was written off completely, and from there on it was just unnecessary incoherent rambling with one OK song thrown in the mess. I’m rounding down for this fucking wanker to have wasted my time.
It's OK but very mood-specific and I'm not in it, which makes it monotone. Very good engineering.
Singer's voice sounds like he's telling a joke while poking you in the ribs with his elbow, which starts to get grating after the first five seconds. I get the joke, it's not a good one, and it doesn't get any better when you keep repeating it, just mind numbingly boring.
Zappa's parodies of this era were better albums than the targets themselves by a wide margin.
Abopbopaloomop, alopbambom.
Adding the orchestral layer only detracts from what were perfectly fine songs. I guess they had reasons to make this a live album, but the production is ruined by then trying to polish the rawness out of it, and failing miserably at that. And then they had to make it a double album, and make the polished turd a massive bloated log. Flushing one of those down turns into a rather unpleasant two hour job.
Purpose-built and finely machined by the better Prodigy.
Powerfully sparse. Beautiful soul.
It's uncanny how it's possible never having heard this album to hate it right from the first note played, and every proceeding note solidifying that point as true. It's so far beyond bland and boring that it morphs into jarring and torturous. This is the sound of psychiatric pharmaceuticals and white collar crime.
I appreciate this crooked blues.
What it means to sing with emotion.
The wailing is a feature, not a bug.
Mellow Jefferson Airplane was OK.
I dislike the mixing of this album, the subdued band, too much treble which makes the singer's voice shrill and piercing, and her use of vibrato.
This whole tainted genre and subculture needs to be put back underground so deep it will never surface again. Gangsta my ass, try being a father to your children.
Hey that's pretty artsy, two stars for the music and that's generous given the vocal performance.
A fitting addition to the list of 1001 Entirely Forgettable British Indie Albums.
A dud. It seems the curators of this list are from Englandland, and somehow don't realize every country has multiple carbon copies of this exact thing, and none of them constitute as essential listening.
Groovy. Would have been better to leave out the parts where they were too drugged up to play tight though.
When it's soul or rock I like it very much, but a lot of times it's kind of country, which is a bit of a bait-and-switch.
I want to like this but it's too monotonous.
Ska revival you say? Next time you see ska lying face down in the ditch DO NOT RESUSCITATE
I have no use for this, it's uninspiring to listen to, and I find it distracting for its intended purpose. 80's synth horns and piano were particularly foul.
Some real catchy stuff here, and then the fillers.
The reason I very much dislike musicals is that the storytelling takes precedence to the music, and the music suffers because of that. If the story needs to be told then you can write a book rather than try to shoehorn some notes to go with it. It's not to say there's nothing good here, hearing Keith Moon play is always a pleasure, but a lot of times he seems rather bored which is justified. Great band, great effort, misses the mark completely.
Doesn't really belong here.
OK, even made me want to start sniffing glue at times.
Not really perfect, but at times she's channeling our Most Holy Divine Mother, and there's nothing to deduct when this is the case.
If you ever find yourself wondering how good can it get, you can put on this album and find out. Unless you don't get it, in which case you ain't got it.
The album is not too long, it came out in another time when acquiring new music was not yet completely trivial. You got the album because you wanted to have it, and you were interested in spending some time with it, to be present with the music. And when you went to see the show you weren't there to record it for likes on social media, you were there for the experience which took place in that moment, and not later when you got some external validation. And you never lost the ability to do that, you just got distracted by shiny gadgets. You can reconnect with your true lived experience right now and be present in this moment. Why not give it a try?
This is an extraordinarily interesting album densely packed with musical ideas.
French Vysotski goes hard.
How can a meat loaf contain such obscene amounts of cheese
