Reviews by jlazerus

Kind of forgettable. Pleasant enough indie psychedelic poppy experiments. Really great rhythm section, nice variety of sounds and textures. Nothing challenging, this album juuust flirts with boredom. Singer was pretty monotonous.

Another “where have you been all my life” album. Similar to a lot of 90s indie rock but being from the Discord Extended Family has a bit more bite and organization than say, Jesus Lizard, Dinosaur Jr, etc.

Not very novel or catchy, but that’s not what’s needed from music like this. Emotional power and a touch of fury. Girls Against Boys ride the last wave of pre-Napster heavy rock.

Interesting artifact, legendary story. I think you must worship at the altar of Brian WIlson to have your mind blown, which I do not. Some interesting music and concepts. Glad that the man had some closure for this. Excessive hype, though, doesn't let this stand on its own musically.

A nice attempt at bringing the Brazilian sounds into a modern electronic framework. There are some interesting ideas here that work better as decorations rather than a basis for the whole sound with electronic elements. Antropofagos is neat though.

This would be more meaningful if I had more knowledge of the context, meaning that if I knew more about the artists career and the musical scene he was a part of in the mid-sixties. Sounds like an attempt to be charming that didn’t resonate with me.

Cool looking cover. Unfortunately, the music verges on unpleasant for me. Again, techno with this overlay of vocals intended to give the dry dull skeleton some soul. Buried in an excessively long package - 1 hour 13 minutes! - the CD era did us no favors, as this kind of music was cheap to make and distribute on that medium. And because everything from synth to speaker is digital, it didn't have any pesky issues in engineering. Unimaginative and lifeless.

Annoyed me when it came out and remains annoying to this day. The influence of this is The reason pop music has sucked for the past 40 years.

The story about the recording of this album is more interesting than the album itself. "Time of the Season" is a classic, but the rest is pretty contrived psych-pop leaning heavily on style trends of the time - Donovan, The Beatles, Beach Boys... if I listened again I'm sure a Dylan tribute would rise from the swamp. It's not bad, though; not annoying or offensive or difficult to get through. It's nice, just not impressive.

Robert Wyatt’s songs make me think of when children sing little songs about going to the store with their mom, or sliding down a slide, or any random thing. They just make up a melody as they go along, it changes randomly, sometimes it comes back to a central theme, sometimes not! Pure in-the-moment improvisation.

Like a pleasant (?) hike in the forest. Sometimes fun, sometimes weird.

More proto-punk than anything I've ever heard. Throw in a little Hank Williams cover and you have something great. Also, all albums should be 22 minutes long.

The good stuff is legendary. But there are a few cuts on here that are just a bit sterile. They haven't quite hit their peak. Excellent guitar throughout, though. Like, REALLY amazing, which was unexpected. "Rickie..." is an all-time favorite.

Like darker and noisier Jet. A little too drug addled for me. Every song devolved into this dude whining. Couldn’t finish don’t give af about your scumbag lifestyle. Sonic youth fans probably love this.

Odd cryptic voice… I’m going to have to listen to this again. The genre is called “freak folk” or psychedelic folk. But like the title of the book says, you really have to hear this one. Surreal hipster art folk, cool to see some people getting creative in here.

This is the most Bob Dylan-esque of the Bob Dylan albums I've heard, and by that I mean the vocal style, the harmonica vamping on the outro of nearly every tune, the poetic somng structure. Very nice. An acquired taste (Ithink I've said that before) but an entertainingan intimate album. An amusement park, all the rides are different. You don't like them all but you can see how some folks think they're fun.

Classic. Defines that era of LA punk. Loud, mad, and fast. It's angry youth, sick of it all, and taking a stand for their own belief in a new system, any system except this one. Maybe having a laugh along the way.

I had no idea this album has so much lore. Takes repeated listens, but an indulgence for any prog fan (that would be me). Bruford's last stand, and though he's quite buried in the mix, some really compelling rhythms bloom from the classical miasma

All I Want - I want to shampoo ya. I wanna make you feel free. Substantive riffage. What a song.
My Old Man - more poetic genius. Shocking. And that voice is amazing. Why I like this and not Kate Bush I cannot say.
Little Green - I’m not crying you’re crying.
Carey - sounds like they had a good time.
Blue - a jazz exploration. They say hell is the hippest way to go but I’m not so sure.
California - slide guitar and references to Europe are a wild and beautiful contrast
This Flight Tonight - more riffage!
River - breakup song with musical and lyrical layers
A Case of You - baring one’s soul might set you free
Richard- the travelling ends here, some go one way, some go another.

This doom metal version of Physical (You’re So) tore a hole in the space time continuum

Seedy Films is by far the stupidest song i have ever heard. I know that sounds pretty histrionic, but I really can’t think of a more cringe inducing aural experience.

You’ve heard Tainted Love so many times it has lost all its charm, and everything else is soulless drivel. Except Sex Dwarf. It is everything a song with a title like SexDwarf promises to be.

This grew on me the further into it I got. Everything after "The Weight" was alright by me... "Chest Fever" was especially intriguing. No real home runs, and I'm still trying to understand the zealotry this album inspires. Maybe you had to be there? It is very unique for its time I suppose. Technically good musicians but a wee bit sluggish, digging into that rootsy sound... like if the Grateful Dead decided to tune up and drink a cup of coffee.