Reviews by henry-winchester

Such an odd bunch. Every now and then they do something cool and progressive and rockin', but its offset by songs that sound like they were sung by drunk old men in a church.

Once you get over the fact that every track sounds like the theme from "Police Squad," this is pretty amazing. His voice is absurd. "Let The Good Times Roll" could well make it to my funeral playlist.

Accidentally started listening to Planet Rock, the remixes, but this was great when I found the right album. It's been super interesting to trace the progression of hip-hop via this project; this was its bright-eyed and forward-thinking progenitor.

The first track wouldn't be out of place on one of the more exotic chases in a "Bourne" film, but the rest just isn't really my cup of tea? Also slightly annoying that it's not available digitally in the UK.

I remember these guys being promoted as a goofy, fun, Spinal-Tap-style rock band. But it turns out they're just really fucking boring.

This is very silly, but the weird keyboard tangents are out of this world.

Positive and intelligent hip-hop. Great samples as well, which I'm sure were used on subsequent songs from the Lo-Fi Allstars and Adam Freeland.

The sort of music Brian Eno would have made if he wasn't on drugs.

He really had it right until the end, didn't he?

One of those albums that gets you high just by listening to it. Magic.

Never really noticed how Dylan-esque this era of the Stones was. And the bookend tracks are perfect.

Just endless dramatic warbling. She should be called A-yell.

"Suedehead" is my favourite Morrissey/Smiths song by a country mile (not sure what makes that different to a normal mile), but I preferred "Strangeways, Here We Come" as an album. The chord changes on "Viva Hate" become kind of repetitive.

Really finds its groove on each and every track.

I don't think you'll ever hear another album this enthusiastic.

My adibing memory of this album is my friend James lending it to me, and me accidentally placing it in a beer spillage on a table in Barnstaple 'spoons. It was one of those cardboard digipaks, so it was irreparably damaged. Sorry, James!
Boring anecdote aside, this is still superb; a bit of an anomaly, taking Britpop's fetishism of the 60s to an extreme level, embracing both John Barry-esque strings, electronica, and more cult instruments and sounds, with Goldfrapp's heartbroken voice tying it all together.

Quaint but charming.

How did a band with such a dumb name produce such a smart album?

Fuck world peace or having loads of money. My single greatest wish is that this is the last Elvis Costello album I have to listen to. 🙏

Not quite as punchy as "Live Through This," but still absolutely great and one of my favourite discoveries on here. It polishes grunge and makes it more digestible, and you can feel how it influenced Avril Lavigne and Marilyn Manson, to an extent.