This is very much a Byrds record, combining all the harmonious psychedelia listeners came to expect with a burgeoning interest in jazz textures (shout out to Hugh Masekela making an appearance) and just a hint of the country rock sound they'd soon lean into.
I hope they cashed in while the gettin' was good.
He’s always turning it up a notch. How does he even breath?
Never knew they were around in the mid 80s. His album definitely feels different than I remember them in the 90s.
The Stones are at there best when they are playing blue. This album is blue heavy so it's got to be a 5
Your Dad's had too much to drink at a wedding and he's busting out some diabolical shapes to these tunes. No other notes. 5/5
I really enjoyed this - the combination of extreme guitar treatments, incessant drum machine beats and the subject matter and its delivery make for an unforgettable listen. "Kerosene" I already knew and loved, but the rest is equally good (esp. "Passing Complexion" which has the best guitar sound and "Fists of Love" which could be from a John Carpenter soundtrack). The Killing Joke influence is clear but the result is entirely original, and awesome. Might cough up some cash for a copy (on Bandcamp)
Three albums from 1969 so far this week. Great year, and this is probably the best of them. Timeless, influential and so listenable.
I am writing this review knowing that my good friend David Lewis is going to read this moments after I post it. And he _loves_ Jethro Tull and has been hanging out for a Tull record on this list... But I just never got Tull. I have tried many times, but I don't get it. Ian Anderson just knows he is sooooo clever, and he wants you to know it too. And 'clever' is, to my mind, the anthesis of rock and roll. This album comes across like Christopher Hitchens fronting Led Zeppelin. 2.5 stars rounding up for not being ridiculously proggy.
I was majorly into The Velvet Underground and Lou Reed circa 18 years old. Even spent what was probably an entire paycheck to buy the Peel Slowly and See boxset. I remember having a crush on a girl I worked with at the grocery store and lending her this cassette. I don't think she was that impressed. Looking back I'm wondering if I truly was that into The Velvet Underground or whether I was just being pretentious. Probably both. But listening to this for the first time in maybe 30 years I knew every word except for the long song where they just talk into both sides of the mix. Jesus is still a standout on all levels and I'm not sure why that song is not talked about more in the Velvet Underground canon. Also justice for Doug Yule, that guy was doing some heavy lifting here. Rounding up for nostalgia.
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.
The only enjoyment I got from this was reading the review about the brothers in Dresden and their lovely and talented tattooed friend.
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
Music for incels to wank furiously by
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.
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.
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 ain’t listening to all that i’m happy for u tho or sorry that happened
Rage In Favor Of The Machine.
This is the 4th Springsteen album I have gotten out of 70, 2nd this week. After listening to the album I ate at a McDonalds, read a Ronald Reagan biography and punch a commie in the dick. MERICA!