Rings Around The World
Super Furry AnimalsThought I'd like this more but a lot of it I think needs to grow. Beyond tug title track which I vaguely knew not much stuck.
Thought I'd like this more but a lot of it I think needs to grow. Beyond tug title track which I vaguely knew not much stuck.
Conversely (compared to the Super Furry I enjoyed this a lot more then I expected. Yes it was dark but it hit home. A low 4 but a definite 4.
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Makes me happy!
Too much effort of the persona and gimmicky falsetto wailing; this was mostly a chore to get through, with occasional glimpses of enjoyment here and there. 2/5
A few weeks ago I had a Ray Charles album, and once again, Ray Charles kicks ass. I've listened through twice and every track is really solid to outstanding. Especially when Ray cuts loose with a piano solo. Two full albums recorded over 5 days, that is pro.
Temu Bruce Springsteen.
Heck yeah. This is exactly the type of music I needed today. I really enjoy the hypnotic groove of the guitar. It reminds me of Mississippi Hill Country blues. I can't understand anything that's being sung but the vocals fit perfectly. I've listened to this several times today and it's in my top 25 new to me albums from the generator.
I was an avid and regular reader of the NME in the early 90s when I worked in a record store. Mind you, I was in Australia, so the NME was about 8 weeks old by the time the sea-freight copies made their way to me. It did allow a perspective of both time and distance on the UK's weekly music press and their tendency to hype new and "exciting" bands. Sometimes, nay often, they turned out to be crap. I hold the NME most culpable for this trend, of whom The Libertines are only the most dramatic example. I had lost interest and close following of new bands by the 2000s, but even I was aware of the Libertines' reputation and the tabloid frenzy around their lives. High drama indeed! But I cannot say that I have ever knowingly heard one of their songs until today. This from the NME's self-congratulatory review of this album: "NME put them on the cover before their first single had even been released (and The Libertines have returned the compliment, using one of our shots on the sleeve of ‘The Libertines). Excuse us for gloating but it’s important to note how many other people didn’t get it. ... The only problem was the danger the drama would overshadow the music, but, for a band like The Libertines, the two are bound together inextricably." They had clearly lost perspective; this music is tossed-off rubbish, completely overwhelmed by the drama, that the NME themselves had hyped up from the very beginning. ! And, man, this is a pretty crap record. It's underwritten, poorly played and sung, and largely uninspired. Mick Jones' production makes their hazy sloppiness sound vaguely intentional, but this is just really bad. Clearly, the Libertines' artistic medium was their celebrity, not their music. This was the way culture was going, but eventually celebs could become famous simply for being famous without the pretense of some other medium (in this case, music) as a vehicle for their expression. I think the world would be a better place if Pete Doherty and Carl Barât had eschewed releasing records and just stuck to tabloid fame; that would be easier for me to ignore. What a turgid and morally bankrupt industry, selling us shit and telling us it is caviar. You can fuck right off
I bet that when Kacey goes for a curry she orders a Korma and a plain Naan bread. Every song sounded like the vomit inducing montage music to a teenage b movie where our heroine looks whimsically back at her summer of romance. I didn’t hate it, the vocals are ok and occasionally you think it is going to get spicy, but no back to your bland korma with Kacey! The correct order in a curry house (in case you are interested) is Lamb tikka korai, pilau rice, keema naan, and lashings of lime pickle. Go on Kacey give it a try.
I can’t believe the top review for this record (as of Dec 2023) is from someone trying to use their PhD in Mathematics as justification for not liking hip-hop. Weak.
Oh fuck yeah, now we're talking. Wait no, I swear I'm not being pretentious. This is the lowest rated album on this site because I guess mostly people aren't very fond of German people smashing metal plates together - who would have guessed. But halle-fucking-lujah, this is something this list needs more of. Albums that make you go "well, that was an experience and now I'm a changed man". Nobody is lying on their deathbed wishing they heard more crappy 80s post-punk or late 60s psychedelic rock. THIS is what we all deserve to be listening to as we embrace eternal oblivion. I'm giving this a high rating not only because I genuinely really love it, but also to help Kid Rock move to his rightful place as the actual worst album on this list. Together we can make a difference. Save the turtles.
Brings back vivid memories of when me and my mate Ray went on a trip to Dresden. We met this rotund goth in a bar, head to toe with tattoos and piercings, real filth and after a while took her into the disabled bogs for a spit roast. We were both pumping away in her with Napalm Death on in the background and her wailing "MEIN GOTT" at the top of her lungs. I remember spaffing all over her back just as Siege of Power kicked in. As i shoot over her, she takes Ray's cock out of her gob and says "do you want fries with that?" in a faux American accent. Anyway, we go outside and there's this gammy little geezer in a wheelchair sitting there furious, giving me daggers, because he's had to wait so long, so I lean into him and I go "I hope you have as much fun in there as we just did you little cunt".
Shit like this on the list is both refreshing and infuriating. Refreshing because it is good, fun, interesting, and also not something I would regularly be exposed to! It's why I started this project and keeps me coming back. It's infuriating because the fact that it is included here means that Robert Dimery, the original author of the 1001 albums list is aware that music like this exists. He's clearly aware that there is an entire world of music out there. SO WHY HAVE I LISTENED TO 200 80s BRITISH NEW WAVE ALBUMS AND 200 SCOTTISH ROCK ALBUMS FROM THE 90S??!!?
Sorry Boomers/Gen X, I was like 20 when this came out so it's one of the best things to ever happen to me. Sorry it's not King Crimson or whatever.
Back when I was in college, there was this dude who would come into the bar I worked at on a Friday night and play fucking 10 Neil Young songs in a row. He would also hit on girls by doing magic tricks. I remember how angry I got every time he made me listen to an hour of Neil Young because I was just trying to have a good time, and he fucking made me listen to this sad, soppy fuck who writes nothing but songs that sound indistinguishable from each other and never seemed to enjoy a happy moment in his entire like. Fuck that guy, and fuck Neil Young. 2/5
Back when I was in college I used to go to a bar and listen to Neil tunes and do magic tricks for women. There was a bartender there, he was the best. I loved that guy. Some of the best years of my life.
The only enjoyment I got from this was reading the review about the brothers in Dresden and their lovely and talented tattooed friend.
Music for incels to wank furiously by
Most 60's groups had three choices: copy the beatles, copy the beach boys, or sexually abuse minors. These guys changed the game and did all three- Four stars!
5: The moustache that appear on Art if you put your thumb on Pauls face on the album cover. 5: The songs.
i ain’t listening to all that i’m happy for u tho or sorry that happened
Rage In Favor Of The Machine.
The only reason this is here is because it’s from before streaming, when if you bought a shit album you had to convince yourself you liked it.
I am definitely not the target demographic for this album, but I still thought it was very good. There's a lot of skill and artistry put into these tracks, so much so that it is almost invisible. 4 stars for me, plus an extra star just to spite the mathematics PHD guy.