Classic record. Classic for rock, classic for metal, classic for Sabbath. Indisputaby so.
One of the better Black Keys albums. Their commercial and songwriting peak being El Camino, of course.
I wish I could like Arcade Fire. They're such a staple of early 21st century indie. But having lived through the hipster wave of the 2000s and early 2010s, I can safely say I almost drowned in arcade fire records in that time. And it's not being overinundated, it's that I've heard better bands from the same year this came out. You can't tell me modest mouse doesn't absolutely crush this band in 2004. Indie Album of the year, by the way? Over Elliott Smith? They borrow so much from him it's painful. And don't get me started on the Pinback influence on track 5. Yet another band I'd rather listen to than Arcade Fire. With a better vocalist, as well. Win Butler warbles his way through this record in a manner that makes me believe he's scared of his own voice. Like listening to RFK Jr. say more than a sentence at a time. Instrumentals are fine, and the production is good as well, but I can't bring myself to listen to more than half of this album at a time.
A decidedly more morose soul album than one would expect, given Mayfield's previous records, but still one I appreciated on my first listen. Opening track really sets the tone. The whole piece's groove has this atmospheric scarcity to it, with a lot of the instrumentals spread out more than usual. I dig it.
Not a big Radiohead guy. I got laid in high school rather than listen to them. I get the vibe, though. I too would do weird shit like this for 20-odd years to make sure I never had to play "creep" live again. Do they still play that song live? No idea, not a big Radiohead guy.
"Dirt" is Alice In Chains' best album, which isn't saying much. God, are they depressing. That may be the point, but you can sound cool while having depressing lyrics; just look at Guns N' Roses. AIC can't quite pull it off though. Playing downtempo hair metal riffs does not a good band make. Perhaps the only impressive link in the chain that is the band's members is Layne Staley, whose limited vocal range but high power set him apart from a lot of the 90s grunge bands.
Pretentious dreck. Especially the latter half of the album, and by god was I tempted to not go that far. That's an hour and 16 minutes I'll never get back. And here I thought Morrissey was the most insufferable man in the British post-punk and indie scenes. Jesus Christ. For ever song that has a part I can bob my head to, for every song I think, "it's kinda growin' on me," there's a 'You...' or a 'Hung up and hanging out to dry,' by far the most irritating tracks here.
A beautiful little piano-driven romp. Carole King has a very sweet and soaring, yet soulful voice. Very 70s style to this album. A true time capsule record. Best track, according to listener history, is 'it's too late,' but my personal favorite was 'where you lead.' BANGER.
