No real vivacity; Unsynchronised to the point of mild annoyance.
Definitely liked this more than the first listen. I think it is reluctantly groovy, and not nearly as droning as I remember it being. I still just have no relevant vibe to place this in. Like sure if I was on a train going across Germany this would be the first album I play. But anything short of that? I’ve got no reason to turn to this
The the: BAD band name
Infected: GOOD album
All the elements are there, poised, waiting to be tied together - and then along comes the god awful vocalist who is about as committed to the lyrics he’s saying as a gay man is to his lavender wedding vows. Would it kill you to show some emotion in your voice
Listened to this album authentically i.e. from station to station (Town Hall to Burwood)
Consistently interesting and fresh production throughout, which I appreciate. Still ends up slightly bloated with the heavy hitting songs broken up by too many interludes that amount to nothing more than ambient background music.
Aretha Franklin has perhaps the sexiest voice in all of music. Now put that voice over a tight 40 of the grooviest, punchiest tracks and you get this
Eh this was an okay album from a sauceless Bob Dylan. Finds his voice much better on swingier tracks; when the instruments die down his ramblings become more prominent.
Welcome to New York is a top 5 pop song of all time.
Started pouring rain as soon as Forget Her came on. This is my movie moment
Probably one of the only albums on here that is inextricable from the moment in time in which it was released; To view this independent of Kurt’s death would be unjust. The feeling of absence is begging to be read into the stripped back acoustic instrumentation and melancholic song choices, which creates an even more unsettling feeling when contrasted to the live audience’s unknowing cheers.
Heard this for the first time only a couple months ago so still pretty fresh in my mind. Full of groovy beats and great production, but there are large stretches of this where the production is doing more talking than the lyrics, which is quite antithetical to a record such as this. When they actually lock in ts shi goes about as hard as you’d expect
Genuinely the first album of ABBA’s I’ve heard that wasn’t just a compilation of their greatest hits. And this still hits at nearly the same magnitude. What else is there to say it’s ABBA innit
This is so generic it might as well have been in 1984. Call it Rock Music by The Band and blast it on the speakers during morning announcements or whatever tf they were doing in that book. I waited all album for some semblance of quality and ironically it came with the song titled “I’ll wait”.
Well crickey these young men are quite peeved, aren’t they?
Yeah absolutely nothing about this works. This is probably what sleep paralysis sounds like if your demon was inclined was a depressed emo dude who liked rock music
There are definitely some interesting choices made here and a few tracks work very well creating an ambient atmosphere; but my main problem is that this doesn’t sound like an album at all. It sounds like I’ve gone to this artist’s page on Spotify and just put his songs on shuffle. There’s basically no consistency throughout this when so it sounds like I’m listening to multiple fragments of good albums rather than one great album
Yeah quite liked this one. Varied and atmospheric, plus Nick sounds like he actually wants to be here. Still the odd song that puts you to sleep but overall pretty good
Was never really on the same wavelength as this one. Obviously well produced, and Bowie has something of significance to say (as he always does), but I didn’t really get on board with this record as much as I paddled halfheartedly next to it (Cricket bat mentioned tho)
It is insane to me how Cohen’s words, over with genuinely interesting, eerily captivating production, have managed to cut through so sharply despite being caught in a war of attrition with his impersonation of Jeff Goldblum doing the Alpha wolf “Hello kitten” voice.
Whoever was on keys for the title track needs to be neutered NOW.
My problem with Coldplay has always been that they seem to conflate melancholy with lifelessness. The muted production, softly spoken lyrics just do nothing for me. Especially when, despite how overplayed and generic Yellow might come off, it is a clear example of what good comes out of actually injecting some vivacity into their endeavours. Lukaku Starts.
The beach boys spend this entire album thoughtedging you; that is to say, they consistently begin each song with the pretense that it will have a fully formed idea underpinning it, and then BAM they hit you with the fourth chorus in a two minute track. Pretty groovy tho I’ll give them that
