Seriously I don't even understand what this list is anymore, if I did in the first place. Why is this album there, what is it about this that I need to listen to. In terms of music, we'll if you like a bloke gargling white spirit whilst singing about his flip flops being made from paste this is for you. One piano note rolls out every 4 bars to be dramatic, I guess. This album is like being made to cut the lawn with a pair of blunt scissors whilst birds peck at you and the cat can't even be bothered to piss on you, she has such contempt in her eyes.
I don't like folk music.
Therefore this isn't folk music.
It must be some obscure subset of punk.
They blended electronic with rock not the first to do it but the first to do it well. Every song here is a banger. Every song something new and exciting sounds as awesome as it did at the time and blows a lot of contemporary music up.
Who killed the Zutons?
No-one killed the Zutons.
Everyone was too ambivalent about their generic ill-advised genre-hopping middle of the road nonsense to get passionate enough to think about killing the Zutons.
I'm so glad someone is taking Spinal Tap seriously.
Partly of my hope with doing the 1001 albums was to find a hidden gem that I hadn't heard of before... I think this is one of them.
From my first listen, I enjoyed it, no idea of the lyrics meaning, but felt really good. Musically it's a great mix: vibrant, pleasant, upbeat, dreamy and (in places) hauntingly beautiful.
Music for ducklipped teenagers to put their makeup on to.
U2 seem to be the band everyone loves to hate, mainly due to Bono. I never really felt that is particularly fair but I've never really previously found a good reason to ignore this viewpoint either.
A further listen today hasn't changed this. I tried to be open minded and enjoy it, but I just cringed. Bono over-sings every line like a 3 years old who hasn't got his or her own way.
Some people are just born to be really annoying and you can't quite pinpoint exactly why. With regret Bono, that's you.
Bring back Throbing Gristle.
I just want to make it absolutely clear I have no problems with rage. And I fuckin love machines. I mean rage is perfectly normal. Natural even. And machines god bless em. You just wanna stroke there robot heads and day there there. It's not their fault they were made that way. They are a victim in all this and anybody who suggests otherwise is completely and utterly missing the point. And briefly returning to the gallant subject of rage. It's bold. It's beautiful. It's the past. It's the future. It's now. Oh and by the way this album sucks ass. Which makes it sound better than it is. No man, I mean it really sucks. More than a three year old licking a great big lollipop. More than a vacuum cleaner. More than a new born baby
More than Larry the fuckin lamb who's just been born into this strange but beautiful world. Before I finish this review just ask yourself why? Then as who? Then ask what? Then ask where? Then ask how? And last but definitely not least ask where? Only then can you truly understand the way of the ninja. Only then can find peace within. Only then can you listen to this album and realise what complete piece of arse wank it really is.
