Reviews by drnanard

What a surprisingly fun album! I had never heard of trip-hop before, and I'm happy to discover a whole new genre I like. Everything here is great. The music is funky, the voices have diverse range, the lyrics are well written, and overall the album has a good variety of styles without ever sounding like a mess. I will absolutely revisit this album.

I'm a bit unfamiliar with Radiohead, but I should correct that mistake, because that album was lit. Not only is the music of high quality, but the lyrics also had a depth I wasn't expecting. It was a soothing, and often hypnotizing experience.

Instrumentation-wise, this is pretty nice. But then the singer opens his mouth. It's not that he's bad, it's that he sounds bored out of his mind. On half the tracks here, the guy moans more than he sings (Radio Cure is particularly egregious in that aspect). There's also the fact that there's this amateurish quality to some of the songs, à la anti-folk, but with none of the charm and wit of someone like Kimya Dawson. Despite all this, the music is mostly pleasing and an easy listen, and it makes an interesting use of radio noises without sounding irritating, which I'm sure is hard to do.

Pretty nice album. The songs here are all pleasant, but it never gets better than Heart of Gold. Old Man comes close though. The use of orchestras at times is welcome, it makes for powerful songs.

If I had to name my favorite types of music in the world, 70s hard rock would be number one. So of course I love this shit. Deeply. Purply.

The album starts strong. The melodies are good, the sounds are pleasing, and it reminded me of video game music a lot, like Fez and Baba is You. But then you hit the Trans-Europa Express. And oh boy.

At first it's quite nice. A bit repetitive, but the beat is good, and it doesn't really matter because there are other songs on the album, right?

But it keeps going. The next track is just a continuation of the previous one, minus the lyrics and with industrial percussions added. And then it keeps going on, with the same repeated lyrics, and it goes on and on and on, the whole thing can't seem to shut the fuck up for almost 14 whole-ass minutes.

It's not even bad. But even ice cream makes you puke if you eat too much. At the end I wanted to drill a hole in my brain.

Finally some good fucking music. I've seen people spit on this because of how it departs from the bluesy roots of the band, but thank God, because the 125 bpm here is what makes this so enthralling. And yeah, the lyrics are, huh... questionable. But it's so over-the-top and childish, it's hard to take any of it seriously. And the music is so loud anyway, you can't even understand what's being said, so who gives a flying fuck really, I'm just GROOVING.

The music is pretty good, Morrissey seems to know his way around instrumentation. But the guy also writes songs like a 14 year-old 4chan user, and it's all a bit cringe. So much so that it becomes funny at times, and a part of me believes it's all parodic, but I know it isn't, and the guy really believes that he's some kind of rebel martyr that nobody understands.

Still pretty enjoyable music, unfortunately. I wish I could hate it.

Shout out to that bit about Americans being "big fat pigs" with their "hamburgers". Truly poetic.

Apart from the annoying Clap, all the songs here are fun to listen to. However, they're a bit meandering and slow paced. I now understand what people mean when they talk about noodling.

The bad thing with this album is that it sounds like 60s Brit Rock music.

The good thing with this album is that it sounds like 60s Brit Rock music.

Listening to this album is like listening to a compilation of Hoochie Coochie Man inferior rip-offs. It gets stale pretty quick.

As salsa music, this is probably as good as it gets, but it's still salsa. Perfect for a dinner in Cuba and sipping a daiquiri, but not the kind of music I usually put in my ears.

What a powerful album, filled with mesmerizing tracks, with rich introspective lyrics, sung by this haunting yet melodic voice. I didn't know Sinéad, but I will certainly listen to more of her music.

Hendrix knows how to sing, with his vocal chords as much as with his guitar. Unfortunately, the audio recording/mixing is quite bad at times, and it becomes distracting when you're wearing headphones. Couldn't they just test the sound quality with their 1968 AirPods or something??? Smh

Duke Ellington might be the god of jazz, but this live album doesn't do him justice. He tried his best to mix the recording with a studio one, to better reflect the scope of the music, but the result is a hot mess of poor quality audio with ersatz of a screaming public that was tapered down but is still audible throughout in a ghost-like fashion. The last song is the biggest victim of all of that. A shame, really, because this is otherwise a stellar performance, and for once with 50s albums, those are Ellington's own magnificent compositions.

Louis Prima deserves his title of King of Swing. This is the closest we can get to having Louis Armstrong on this list (probably the weirdest omission), having been heavily influenced by Armstrong. The album is full of charm, energy and wit.

Billie's life was one of excess, and it shows in this album, released only a year before her death. She was considered the greatest singer of her times, but here you can hear the damage of her smoking, drinking and drug abuse. It's a shame, because the music is still beautiful, and there's real deep emotion in her songs, and one can only imagine how much more powerful she could have been without her declining health.

She's still considered one of the greatest singers of all times for a reason, she really has a way to soothe your soul, even if she doesn't come close to the likes of Aretha Franklin, Ella Fitzgerald or Doris Day.

The songs are all kind of samey though. A perfect album to put as background music for a dinner, or even while studying but is it something I would listen to just for the sake of it? No.

There's nothing revolutionary here, but it's pretty solid throughout. Racists make good music, what can I say.

I'm not a big fan of Santana's Latin fusion, but the guitar play is immaculate, and the album shows it off with a high focus on instrumental pieces, although they're a bit too bluesy for my liking. It works best, I think, as background music in a restaurant, unfortunately, but it's still pretty nice.

Synthpop is such an easy genre to enjoy. It's like eating candy. It's sweet and colorful, and it makes you want to dance and do cartwheels, and you know it has no nutritive value but it doesn't matter.

So, anyway, that was pretty good.