Reviews by henry-winchester

I can see why this didn't take off outside of Scandinavia.

Actually already listened to this as part of The Quietus' top 100 albums of 2024. But I listened again and I liked it again.

This was so much fun! James Brown for the 21st century.

Halfway between Slipknot and At The Drive-In. The screaming man got a bit tiring after a while, it's like having a toddler on your record.

Just the epitome of the 90s: the CD-player production, the smooth jazz compositions, the cover, the utter vapidity of the whole damn thing, like every track is the theme song to some horrible unfunny sitcom, delivered without any cynicism or wit, just get your words out of my ears, Bruce.

Feels like such a voyage.

I've been listening to a bunch of Led Zep lately, but I'm wondering if Pink Floyd are actually the better band. I really enjoyed this.

This would have been five stars when it came out, and it definitely should have been in the book. It's a great album that pushed things forwards, but its blemishes are more obvious now, those slower, less excitable tracks that sound like "Moon Safari" outtakes.
Etienne de Crecy's "Super Discount 2" is the better album here; it's the same genre but it never lets up.

Not hugely keen on this genre of indie pop, but I liked how this flowed as an album, building to a descent crescendo.

Nik Kershaw is still way cooler than you or I will ever be.

Equally funny and grating.

If there was a prize for most American-sounding British band these guys would win it hands-down.

This should have replaced one of the numerous Elvis Costello albums on the original list.

Great title and cover, but, like Tom Waits, I can't understand why this grating, wonky racket is so popular.

Super enjoyable. Lo-fi, playful and funny, but also mature and hard-hitting when it needs to be.

Is this a joke

Scandinavian music of this time was never less than interesting. This is quite post-Radiohead, pre-Coldplay, with complex melodies making up for the occasionally weak lyrics.

Lovely.

They should change their name to "Can't Listen To This No More."

I did not know I needed to start my Friday with a five-and-half-hour, loud psych freak-out, but it turns out I did.

I also listened to this record.