Reviews by dutch-point-pro

In the words of modern philosopher Kyle Broflovski, after the defeat of the Mecha-Streisand, “Disintegration is the greatest album ever made.”
No notes. Perfect album. Except maybe “Same Deep Water” - a bit too indulgent but over a great riff.
If you think the album is too long, too depressing and too repetitive, you’re right - it’s exactly like your life.
On my personal top 10 list of all time. Long live the shrubbery.

I’m usually pretty worn of the AC/DC vibe by the end of any given song. To listen to an entire album lays bare how repetitive and uninspired their music really is. Add the juvenile songwriting and innuendo, and the sum equals much less than it should, despite the few legendary cuts.

A deep read on the history of Steely Dan reveals that an early incarnation of the band featured Chevy Chase on drums. Yes, that Chevy Chase. So it should come as no surprise that they ended up naming themselves after a vibrator.

Instead of reviewing this repetitive, boring, drug-infused, divorced-dad geek rock album, I decided to make a list of other bands who sound like they are named after vibrators, even though they are not:
Pink Floyd
Thin Lizzy
Dexy’s Midnight Runners
Nine Inch Nails
Everlast
Little Richard
Modest Mouse
Kate Bush
Thundercat
Deep Purple
Minor Threat
Bad Bunny
The Spin Doctors
Kelly Clarkson
Back Street Boys
The Pretenders
Limp Bizkit

I shouldn’t like this but there is something catchy on the first side of the album, an energy lurking under all that artifice that reminisces Bowie or Talking Heads or maybe even Queen? It’s interesting, it’s not good enough to
hold my ear, but it drew me in.

They say there is a time and a place for everything. They have never listened to this.

Supergrass is definitely an overstatement. PrettyGoodGrass would be more accurate.

How dirty must that bongwater be?

If John Denver made a rap album, what are the chances you’d like it? If Jay-Z puts out a Christmas album, I damn sure wouldn’t expect it to be good. If Taylor Swift goes krunk, why get down for that ride? So, why would you expect a country album from classic rockers The Byrds to be any different? Experimenting with new styles is fine, but a whole soulless, knock-off album? Just stay in your lane and leave terrible country music to those terrible country musicians who make it their specialty.
On second thought, I’d like to hear the Jay-Z Christmas album …

Having no frame of reference, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was interested in the experimental nature of the music. I kind of grooved with it, though not really my taste.

Nope. Not gonna get sucked into the hype. This is indulgent, boring, poorly crafted and a sub-par choice for a soul album from the time - it’s kitsch. I love Hayes and his “too sexy” tracks as much as the next girl - but this endless chatter is not that at all. Give me Chef singing Simultaneous over this any day.

In the mid 90s, I spent a summer in Iceland during college and one afternoon in Reykjavik, I went with a local named Dori to an upscale coffee shop / bar. It was virtually empty and after we ordered coffees from the bar and took them to a table by the window., Dori asked, “Do you have any idea what just happened?” Completely lost, I gave an absent look as my reply. “You were just served coffee with sugar by a sugar cube.” I had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
Dori went on to explain that the Sugar Cubes were a popular Icelandic band, and that the guy behind the bar used to be in the band before they broke up a few years previously. I’d never heard of them but filed it away as weird Icelandic trivia and I went on with my summer of perpetual Nordic daylight.
Several decades later, here we are. Now, I don’t know if that guy was actually in the band or not, but I remember Dori’s story very well. This album sucked, but at least I have a fun anecdote to accompany it!

Dolly= Icon
Trio = Ican’t

There’s nothing ‘new’ about this wave of the same old 80s synth pop. This would be totally forgettable if not for those uncomfortable mechanical tones being incessantly driven into your ears at unreasonable bpms.

The hits are hits and the rest is good enough to let him record a second album. He obviously gets better over time and the music gets much better. This is fine if fairly common in feel overall.

Some interesting musical explorations around droning, repetitive patterns. Not much to hate or love beyond that for me, since I had no real entry into anything deeper than the notes and rhythms.

This is less of an album and more of a hostage situation. You’re telling me I must listen to over 2 hours of traditional country music? I’m up for almost anything but that is a tough ask. Committing to listening was sort of like driving home after eating really spicy food … the closer I got to the end of the ride, the more I could feel the need for significant relief building up inside of me but I knew I had to wait until the the very end to experience it. I tried to be as tactful as I could without saying that this Nitty Gritty was pretty shitty.

Nice to hear Sam Cooke but everything is so dated and the recording quality makes us feel like voyeurs rather than members of the audience. This concert showcases the huge distance between the era of this show and that of today and it feels disconnected instead of timeless. What makes Cooke so memorable is his smooth, effortless vocal delivery and most of that gets buried in the poor recording quality and the chatty banter of this show. This album doesn’t do him justice.

The title is also the review. It’s Led Zeppelin. It’s a 3. It’s a high 3 but too much noodling and not enough substance to get it to a 4 for me.

There is nothing here that hasn”t been done before … or better.

I always want to live Bob Mould’s music more than I actually do. Listening to this, I hear indelible strains of R.E.M. and Foo Fighters, but nothing really sticks out and it’s all over the place. It’s seminal but not strong enough to stand in its own.