Reviews by dutch-point-pro

I’m growing weary of British people and the bands they think are good.

Better fabrics to listen to than Suede -
Nights in White Satin
Corduroy
Plush
Leather and Lace
Suedehead
Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat
And pretty much anything by the Velvet Underground .

The Strokes saved Rock and Roll. The least you can do is give them 4 stars…

This was really underwhelming

Really puts the “sigh” in psychedelic 60s rock. Boring AF.

Alright. Everyone is going to hate on Tom Waits for his voice. I get it … it’s a deal breaker … you’re either all in or all out. I respect that. I, for one, am all in. “Everything I love is ugly. I mean, really, you would be amazed.”
So, here are some positive thoughts I had about this album while NOT hating his voice:
- Tom Waits is Noah Kahan if he’s born in West Hollywood a generation earlier and with a drug habit.
- Tom Waits is Bob Dylan if he read more Bukowski and less Baudelaire.
- Some amazing things can happen vocally when you don’t care about how you sound.
This gentleman can write lyrics:
- “Well I bet she's still a virgin but it's only 25 'til 9.”
- “And what becomes of all the little boys who never comb their hair?”
- “I said tell me, brave captain
Why are the wicked so strong?
How do the angels get to sleep
When the devil leaves the porch light on?”
- “I’ll never kiss your lips again
Or break your heart.”

Get past the vocals, because there is some real depth here.

The Beastie Boys album that everybody waited for and then nobody wanted. “Critically acclaimed “ translated as “not very popular”, at least in this case. The rhymes are still on point but the ‘innovative’ samples and the listless meandering of topics don’t really hold up for me. Not a memorable track to speak of on this one. 2.5 but I’ll round up.

Do you know what is interesting, cool and really enjoyable about this album? ‘Cuz I sure as hell don’t .

This is a great album with a very unique sound. One of those rare albums that stands out because it sounds so different. I respect that and really leaned into the vibe.

Upon the debut in 1969 … “ It was the lowest-selling album in Columbia Records history and was deleted from the Columbia catalogue within a year of its release.” The photo of Garth from Wayne’s World on the cover pretty much answers any questions that might remain. There’s no doubt this guy is nuttier than squirrel shit, but I think it’s cruel to take a guy who just got out of Bellevue after serving six months for trying to kill his bandmates with a fire axe and go out of your way not to give any help or guidance to him, lie, and then release the unedited version of what happened. Sounds like exploitation to me.

I could pretend I have an intricate rating system replete with algorithms. I could take off a quarter star because it’s too long and another quarter star because there are a few indulgent tracks that miss.
OR I could recognize that the hit songs are legendary and everyone across generations can sing them from memory. I might remember that this is Stevie MFin’ Wonder, the music genius, and one of the most respected albums of all times. So, maybe my thoughts on the second My Bloody Valentine album might offer insight (they don’t), but there’s nothing I will say here that you can’t feel for yourself in the music.

Music to clean the dungeon to…

I would falsely confess to having committed an unsolved murder and endure a life sentence in prison just to ensure I never have to hear this again.

Absolutely iconic. A definitive recording from one of the best to ever do it.

And, a note to everyone complaining about there being ‘too many covers’ on this album … please listen to the blues a bit more often before unleashing your omniscient opinions. Every blues song is essentially a cover, hell - every blues verse is essentially a cover, and it’s less about the lyrics and more about the singer’s delivery and the musicianship. Nobody does it with more feeling, energy and musicality than the King of Soul. Add Booker T and the M.G.’s and you got a recipe for success. Call me Luniz, ‘cuz “I got 5 on it”.

Pretty generic and bland. It’s a turkey sandwich. Interchangeable with so many other bands and albums.

This is a pretty epic debut. Sheela-na-gig is the standout here - it’s liquid fire - but most of the other tracks are confident, creative and unyielding. After a slow start, this is a tremendous album, a foundation that helped shape almost every powerful female voice that I have grown to appreciate and respect over the 30 years since this album’s release.

There must be a German word for utterly unlistenable…

This is pretty terrible. The lyrics are awful, full of lazy images and rhyme. The music is predictable and derivative. Nothing innovative or memorable at work here. Like a true T-Rex, it should have died long ago.

Dr. John is to New Orleans music what Popeyes is to New Orleans cuisine. This album feels as if someone dropped a few brown acid tabs into a lukewarm pot of ‘gumbo’ at a Popeye’s in a layover airport in the Midwest. Both the album and the gumbo will leave you confused, unfulfilled and trying to get out of your body what you mistakenly let in before your insides are poisoned or you begin to unravel. All of this to say, don’t eat at an airport Popeye’s and don’t listen to Dr. John.

If Elliot Smith took one step closer to the microphone … and recorded music for tampon commercials.

Northern Sky is a signature go-to mixed tape tune, but otherwise everything feels very similar, like a warm folksy hug you don’t really want but are glad to have had once it is over.