Reviews by alien

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I was pleasantly surprised by the songs other than the title track which I'd heard before. They're pretty good, I especially liked Till Your Well Runs Dry.

Fun.

Starts off well, but falls off a cliff

It starts out strong and then just kind of plods along.

The title track is a "guilty pleasure" of mine, but the rest of this album is pretty poor.

I don't really get it. Maybe one day, but not today.

I'm angry and I'm tired all the time

More like a 3, but my warm feelings from the Father Ted intro bump it up to a 4.

Neil Hannon's shtick and schmaltzy instrumentation isn't something I want to listen to every day, but I can appreciate it from time to time.

Not essential, but pleasant enough.

Not totally awful, but a bit insipid

Cool concept, but a little too wispy and insubstantial for me.

Spacemen 3 stars

5, duh.

Pretty good folk album which I feel will grow on me. I think I'll come back to this when the weather starts to get colder.

A little disjointed, I mostly liked the NY songs

The logo/t shirt is better than the music, unfortunately.

Boring, anodyne shite.

I'm turning 25 this month and I sympathise with the sentiments of feeling older though. If that makes you feel ancient, good. Fuck you, old cunts.

WAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH

The mixture of swirling psych/garage rock and house music creates a cool atmosphere, though there are a few baffling 80s pop moments sprinkled in.

Yet again it's a British artist I'm aware of -- through my parents, "Bez from the Happy Mondays" meaning someone who stands around and doesn't contribute anything essential, Shaun Ryder being on Gogglebox etc -- but I've never listened to.

Shaun's voice is a little buried in the mix, without reading the lyrics as I listen it's hard to tell what he's speak-singing. It reminds me of Mark E. Smith, except his vocals and lyrics stand out more.

Maybe it's the combination of drugs: MES's speed and lager make for a more anxious, angrier and more perfectionist/tyrannical presence, while Shaun Ryder doesn't give a fuck because he feels great on ecstasy, heroin or whatever else.

I've never listened to a Robbie Williams (or Take That) album, though I've heard his hits a billion times (like Oasis).

The Better Man movie with monkey Robbie Williams was great, although that didn't inspire me to actually purposefully listen to his stuff in the months since I watched it at the cinema.

This is alright, Angels is an undeniable banger. Robbie's aura farming hard on the cover, it's a great photo.

I can't believe most Yanks don't know who Robbie Williams is, even ones in their 40s/50s. We know all your bullshit.