Reviews by justcoolvinyl

Not the record I would have picked to represent Elton. I bought this when I was 14 - only a couple of years after it came out and about the same year as I started discovering Black Sabbath, T.Rex and things that were not on my mom’s radio station as she drove us to school. My mom loved a.m. radio in the 70’s. Tony Orlando and Dawn, ABBA, Captain and Tennille- my mom loved it all. I remember buying Crocodile Rock when it came out and then bought Don’t Shoot Me I’m only The Piano Player. Madman soon followed. Tiny Dancer is an undeniably great song and a great start to this record. As the third record released in 1971 (King Gizzard like work) this album I think suffers from a lack of focus. Tiny Dancer, Levon and Madman Across the Water are the most focused and best songs on this record. The prog rock touches are awful. What dooms this record are songs like Razor Face. It’s a song about a drunk drifter with a razor face who is back in town and meeting by a travel inn to get drinks. WTF was Elton thinking? And that’s the song stuck between Levon and Madman Across the Water. Madman Across the Water has a Stairway to Heaven vibe. At least it’s interesting. A little too prog inspired but at least Elton gives it a puncher’s chance with an inspired vocal. Indian Sunset is also a head scratcher. The guy is from England. Why is he spending 6:00 minutes singing about the Iroquois. Really, I’m starting to think the author who assembled this list of 1001 albums was doing it to fuck with people like me. Absolutely no self respecting critic is going to go wow- this is a stunning work unless they are absolutely fucking stunned that this record is a platinum selling record because it’s mostly shit. I remember seeing literally hundreds of copies of this record in the used bins right beside the Billy Hoel records. The rest of the record is merely a turd circling the drain. Even Elton fans are not going to be shouting out “play Holiday Inn!” I couldn’t wait until Goodbye finished. 3 songs and ditch the rest. It’s a rotten peach. See how I did that?

Holy crap. 2 records in a row that are difficult to appreciate. Yesterday Steeley Dan - Aja, and this 1966 rager. 4 of the songs are covers. At least the record represents change. It’s not all folk rock and there is an interesting shift into folk-rock-neopsychedelia with some Ravi Shankar noodling references. The Ravi Shankar passages are distracting. See What’s Happening for a prime example. Beautiful vocal by David Crosby and a bit of a jaunty tune with the Shankar Noodles. Then there is a WTF moment. Who decided that I Come and Stand at Every Door should be released? Morose doesn’t quite describe the impact on the listener. a song about a seven year old child killed by the A-Bomb on Hiroshima whose spirit walks the earth in search of peace. This is a song to overdose too. Eight Miles High and Hey Joe are easily the best tracks on the record. The psychedelic Eight Miles High and the rather excellent cover of Hey Joe are the best if a rather uneven batch of songs. The instrumental Captain Soul is also rather interesting as it captures some of the Jim McGuinn precise leads with a piercing jangle guitar tone that is the Byrds sonic trademark. John Riley has a monotone vocal matching the folk origins of the original. I’m sure if I liked folk music and was dropping acid this would be mildly interesting but as I am neither interested in folk or on acid this song is just blah. It could be Steeley Dan. The final track starts with a vacuum cleaner emulation of apparently a Lear jet. The 2-4-2 Fox Trot (The Lear Jet Song) is the least interesting track on the record and signals the end of a rather uninteresting album. Once all the way through was more than enough. When I look back on this journey I’ll know this is an album never to revisit.

It’s a vibe. Just not my vibe. In 1977 I was 17 years old. This was music for people who were almost or already dead. It still is. The hype surrounding this album was spectacular and silly. This album first made me realize that there was a hype machine around music. Punk was just hitting the far north of Canada and although a complete manufactured movement (Sex Pistols are just a boy band really) but whomever orchestrated this record into a hit record was the best in the business. I get that there are people who love Steely Dan. They have no taste. Smooth jazz rock is boring AF. Deacon Blues, like the rest of the album, is meticulously played with complex jazz notes, highlights the hooks present in Becker and Fagen’s songs hiding awkward and weird lyrics that somehow people convinced themselves this was genius. Honestly, singing the lyrics : I’ll learn to work the saxophone I play just what I feel Drink whiskey all night long and die behind the wheel. That’s fucking bleak. The other hit, Peg has 5 identical verses:. The line “Peg it will come back to you” is sung 10 times. Brutal. There is a reason they did not tour this record. Can you imagine theaters full of people sleeping and snoring as they pretend this moves them. I listen to these records all the way through. By the time I got to Home At Last, I thought I was in a hospital. Critical acclaim for inventing boredom. Ok. It’s a dud. Save your soul. This is music for funerals.

Weird. Still weird. I listened to this album quite a bit in high school. For some reason in the small town I grew up in the far north, where T.Rex ruled the local airwaves, it didn’t seem a far stretch for Sparks, the weirdo sibling duo, to fit in with the glam rock of the day. I honestly thought they were English. I was a mere lad of 14 when this came out and I recall Thank God It’s Not Christmas coming out right around Christmas as an irony burger with the line Thank God it’s not Christmas where there is only you and nothing else to do … at that time I was ready for weird. The guitar playing on this record was also pretty spectacular. Adrian Fraser has a pretty great tone on this record. The first 7 songs on this record are gold. It’s when you hit Complaints that it’s a little rough sledding to the end. What is amazing to me is that this record holds up pretty well 52 years later. I admit that I was a Sparks fan up until the disco years when they shifted to disco inflected synth pop. But, the Halfnelson record, A Woofer In Tweeter’s Clothing, Kimono My House, Propaganda and Indiscreet were a pretty good run of records. Punk rock and 1976 had a huge influence on my listening tastes and Big Beat was the last Sparks record I bought coming out in October 1976. Now that I’ve taken a detour, In My Family is the best of the end of the record. I never quite enjoyed the last three tracks. It was a case of playing all of side 1 and then the first two tracks of Side 2 (Hasta Mañana, Monsieur and Talent is an Asset) and then picking up the needle and pkaying something else. It’s not that Complaints and Equator are terrible. They are not. They were just not as interesting or catchy. So, were do we stand - not perfect as an album, but very few records are. Is it undoubtedly a great album still. Is it also still weird, which is perfect.

Ah…pump. I get that this had Aerosmith’s most popular songs for strippers to dance to, and an effort to strip the pop sheen off their last record, but in the context of their classic records, many of these songs are retreads of earlier better songs. Young Lust is a watered down Toys In The Attic. F.I.N.E. Is just dumb with its honky tonk rhythm and horrifically stupid dad jokes passing for entendre. Similarly , Going Down/Love In An Elevator with its repetitive Love In An Elevator repetitive line becomes nauseating and is 2 minutes too long. I do note that the guitar on this track is excellent and Joe Perry’s playing is technically precise but more importantly interesting. Weird trivia- the video for this song shows Aerosmith walking through the then Bullocks Wilshire in Los Angeles where Angela Lansbury once worked as a teen. 5 years after the video was released it became Southwestern University School of Law, where I went to law school. The highlight of this record is Janie’s Got a Gun. I do note that the weird intros to each of these songs is a little distracting but for Water Song/Janie’s Got a Gun it actually works. Hands down this is the one track that comes close to Aerosmith’s classic hits. It’s not Dream On or Rats in the Cellar but at least it’s interesting and the guitar solo has an interesting tone - a little ragged contrasting nicely with Tyler’s more restrained vocal with fewer whiney moments. After this, the record is a cliff. This is a tough record to listen all the way through. The Dulcimer Stomp with it’s woops and dulcimer are just dumb. The Other Side signals the decline for this, the other side of the record. And I shit you not this song won the MTV Video Music Award for Best Rock Video in 1991. For context, Nirvana’s Nevermind was released on September 24, 1991. Aerosmith’s style of rock died this year. They were old and uninteresting and the second half of Pump demonstrates that Aerosmith was largely out of ideas. The power ballad, What It Takes emphasizes how insipid the once great Aerosmith had begun. Maybe it was the accordion. This is a brutal way to end a record. Tyler’s vocals are painful to listen to and this is 6:28 of misery. I immediately thought - did Michael Bolton write this turd? Anyway, other than Janie’s got a Gun and perhaps Young Lust, this is album is a dud.

Up front, I am not a folk rock fan. I get that the harmonies and the meticulously played songs highlight why this album made the list. However, the meticulous perfection of the album is really its biggest flaw. In life as in music it is the imperfections, the rough edges, that make us and music interesting. This is a perfectly dull record. The most interesting tracks turn out to be those where the vocals are not perfect and the lyrics not so sunny. Almost Cut My Hair - a hippie anti-anthem with its, in my mind the best track on the record. Overtly political, a little paranoid, and definitely anachronistic, it captures a moment. Similarly, Neil Young’s version of Helpless evokes a sense of loss and is an album highlight. I ask myself with every one of the albums if I would listen to the record again. The answer in this case is no. This LP fits the era it was released perfectly. I first encountered this record in 1974, while I was still a teen, and instantly rejected it for more interesting and exciting records and songs. Sure, it was played. Woodstock, Teach Your Chikden and Our House were all over Canadian radio and you could not escape those songs. But for me it was soulless and dull. A life of experience has not changed that opinion. The people who enjoyed this record are likely in their late 70s or early 80s. This record will die with them.

I have mixed feelings and emotions about this record. I discovered Sisters of Mercy through the Gun Club. When Patricia Morrison left the Gun Club and ended up with Sisters of Mercy I had already read about the split that had left Andrew Eldritch on an Island with his drum machine. Control freak and dumb ass, Morrison was reduced to a backup vocalist and Goth icon for the video shoot. NB: she later joined the Damned and married Dave Vanian. So, on to the album. This is the only record where the drum machine captures the feel necessary to sustain these Damned inspired dance goth songs. There is no denying that This Corrosion, Dominion/Mother Russia (Medley) and Never Land (A Fragment) are complete representations of goth inspired indie dance tracks highlighted by Eldritch’s baritone. 1959 could have been a Meatloaf track. The record is uneven. For ever highlight, for example Lucretia My Reflection, there are Flood I and Flood II which are weak by comparison. Again, my personal bias probably influences my listening experience. There is no denying there are catchy tracks on this record making this album essentially an irony burger - dark lyrics sung to a catch goth beat. Where is all the Cure moroseness? All that said, the hits still stand up today in 2025. And yes, you could probably still dance to them. Does this belong in the Top 1001? Nope but is it a marker on the Goth highway.

Immersive. There really is no point trying to single out songs. This record is an experience. I remember this album coming out and sliding the CD (unfortunately there was no U.S vinyl until 2003!) and going WTF? An entire album of relentless distortion all played by one guy without a pedal. No discernible vocals with the drums and base buried in the mix. Unintelligible lyrics making Michael Stipe seem clear and distinct. This was a huge leap from Isn’t Anything. Where that LP was experimental and had what was becoming “shoegaze” elements, Shields had obliterated the rough edges on Loveless making the other instruments and the vocals merely a texture blended into the wall of sound. At high levels this is disorienting and the sound bathes you as you are penetrated by the wall of sound. There was nothing like this in existence although it does have recognizable touchstones to those early industrial/noise rock pioneers with Sonic Youth being the clearest influence but also Wire/Public Image Limited, Faust and Can. Genius really. Not everyone is going to get this record. For me, I think having enjoyed Isn’t Anything and in particular the tracks Cupid Come and “You’re Still A Dream” and already being a Sonic Youth fan, the leap was easy. My advice is start with Isn’t Anything and then make the leap into the sun. Loveless still holds up as one of the best records ever made.

I certainly would not have selected this record to represent The The and it’s certainly not a record that should be included in a list of 1001 albums you should listen to before you die. Don’t get me wrong- I was a huge The The and Matt Johnson fan. Uncertain Smile and This is the Day are easily among the best pop songs from this period. Matt’s vocals are distinctive with a pleasant and comfortable tone that was captivating when I first discovered Burning Blue Soul in 1981. But enough about things other than Infected. It must have been difficult to follow up Soul Mining (which should be on the list). Infected is an uneven record I think as a consequence. There are moments that come close to matching those earlier hits. Heartland is as close as it gets. A piano forward catchy track with silky backing vocals of the Croquets who make this lyrically savage takedown of the middle class who somehow thought that Britain was economically on par with the rest of the EU, foreshadowing the Brexit movement by 30 years. It is equal to those earlier mentioned hits. Angels of Deception and Sweet Bird of Truth come close- impassioned vocal performances with sharp insightful lyrics. Unfortunately the rest of the album after this stretch is rather unmemorable and quickly becomes background music. Unfortunate really. It’s difficult to make a classic song let alone a classic record. Heartland is a classic song. Infected is not a classic album.

I’m pretty sure I was not the target audience for this record. I was sophisticated enough to get the sly reference the name implies, but for me a pop dance record is not that interesting. Gay disco has been around for decades and frankly done better. None of these tracks are catchy enough to be memorable and time has not been kind to this record. I recall the faux outrage of the cover of Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb, but the track is really a like it or leave it proposition. Listening to the album all the way through for the first time and then going back to see if I missed something, the record is rather kitschy but mostly lifeless. It’s bad when a dance pop record doesn’t catch your attention. And for that, Track 8 Music Is The Victim encapsulates how I feel about this record.

I’m pretty sure I was not the target audience for this record. I was sophisticated enough to get the sly reference the name implies, but for me a pop dance record is not that interesting. Gay disco has been around for decades and frankly done better. None of these tracks are catchy enough to be memorable and time has not been kind to this record. I recall the faux outrage of the cover of Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb, but the track is really a like it or leave it proposition. Listening to the album all the way through for the first time and then going back to see if I missed something, the record is rather kitschy but mostly lifeless. It’s bad when a dance pop record doesn’t catch your attention. And for that, Track 8 Music Is The Victim encapsulates how I feel about this record.

I find it interesting that my view of this album has shifted a bit over time. The Bryan Ferry/Brian Eno axis that made this album so interesting when I first encountered it in 1978 is surprisingly still there but my thinking on certain songs has evolved with time. The standout track has always been Editions of You and the WTF??? track is The Bogus Man. Those have not changed in all this time. It’s my appreciation for other tracks and hearing them with a lifetime of experience that makes this record I more interesting. This is particularly true with In Every Dream Home a Heartache. I didn’t connect with that skronky track but now it works.

Okay. You got me. I recognize the name having seen it over the years. In my mind I had associated this band with a more progressive rock sound. Not sure why that happened. Perhaps when I first heard someone mention them in connection with Brazilian rock. Whatever the reason, this debut record from 1968 is certainly not prog rock. Rather, it is best described as a mix of psychedelic pop, garage rock, and what I’ve come to learn are Topicali influences. For my taste, A Minha Menina is a pretty catch garage influenced track worth repeated listening. There are a couple of ballads, and in particular the songs O Relogio and Adeus Maria Fulo that capture the sounds of the forest and give the record its distinctive character. Does it all work? No. There are a couple of missteps along the way. The showtune Senhor F is a skip. Just corny and terrible. Ave Genghis Kahn with its Peanuts intro also comes off rather clunky. In soaking in the album a little bit and playing it several times, Bat Macumba, Baby and Panis Et Circenses are the other standouts. Overall, not a standout but would have been a solid record at the time. Interesting mix of influences but there were better rock records from this time period.

Not as interesting as I remember. I recall that one of the things that made this album popular at the time was the clever samples throughout the record. Perhaps, time and experience have dulled the impression that this album made, because now it comes off as kind of dull and as much as I try to figure out what was appealing about this record, I can't find it. Sure, Perfect Way sounds like the Michael Jackson track you remember, with Green Garside's vocals up front and clear in the mix. But the other hit from this record, Wood Beez is just uninteresting. Perhaps it's the fact that the songs all suffer from the period sheen of slightly disco pop leaning with the ubiquitous 80s drum sound that make this anachronistic. I just can't imagine vcoming back to this record and finding joy in the listening experience. Absolute is just a slog of a song with it's robotic 80's drum sound - sterile and uninteresting, it renders an otherwise okay tune - lifeless. Nothing against Garside whose vocals are serviceable. It's just this sort of disco pop was meant to die. As I try to find positive things to say about the record, there was only one song that I thought - Hey, this has possibilities today. I think if Lover To Fall was remixed and played live - it might be a hit today. Overall, I get why this might appear on this list of records - there is nothing quite like it in terms of sound, and in that way it is creative. It just doesn't resonate any more.

After the Pale Fountains broke up I kind of lost track of where the band members went. The lead singer, Michael Head’s drug problems were in the music papers. Imagine my surprise to find that this record, HMS Fable, features Michael (apparently recording this LP in numerous sessions broken up by during multiple detox stays) and his brother performing some truly inspired pop songs. This is a hidden gem. More or less straightforward quiet pop reminiscent of the 2nd Pale Fountains record and very similar to the Bluebells, the record is laced with some solid songs. The standout is Comedy which is catchy emotional and would be a terrific live singalong. Michael’s voice is very similar to Loyd Cole so at least in my mind the smooth vocals with the hint of an accent are thoroughly enjoyable. Try Comedy, Cornish Town and Streets of Kenny.

Interesting. I was 15 when I picked this record up in Winnipeg Manitoba during my sole year in boarding school. This record moved the needle. As I listen to the record now - almost 50 years from that first purchase, I’m amazed how this record full of what would be in a year called pub rock, is kind of precursor to the Feelgoods (Wilco Johnson) and Stiff Records. Along with Alice Cooper, The Sweet and Blue Oyster Cult, this record fits neatly alongside. Catchy party rock with some good riffage, Noddy’s vocals and flamboyant front man energy fit neatly in the Glam Rock era with T-Rex and Roxy Music. Like those bands they could craft a catchy tune. My favorites on this record are not the singles - The Whole World’s Goin’ Crazee, Gudbuy T’Jame and Mama Weer All Crazee Now - not because there is anything wrong with them. They are terrific. However, what draws me in now with a whole life experience are tracks like I Won’t Let It ‘Appen Agen and the bluesy I Don’t Mind both of which which capture Noddy’s distinctive and expressive vocals perfectly. The record is a quick one and still holds up fairly well in 2025.

Never loved Traffic. These guys were huge in Canada but by the time I heard this record in full the mid-70s, the ship had sailed. Psychedelic folk rock was an anachronism. Feelin Alright was already on an oldies station. The band was so popular in Canada I actually thought Jim Capaldi was Canadian. Steve Winwood was not the new wave Steve at this point but it wasn’t the vocals that are the problem on this Traffic’s second LP. It’s just that it’s remarkably uninteresting both lyrically and musically. See Vagabond Virgin. Medicated Goo and all the other so called songs on the record. I will say that in order to end up with this pile of crap a massive amount of drugs had to have been consumed. No one gets laid. Seriously, this was a difficult listen. My dog enjoyed the record though. Licked his nuts for 57 minutes. He is old and slightly deaf. My take: This record was included in the list to show that when enough people do drugs they will create a work so intensely boring and unpleasant that some people will think it’s genius. … and in all likelihood vote Republican.

For a guy who was (and at the time of this writing) still may be a complete fuck up, there is no denying his ability to write a great fucking tune. I’m not sure where he is in his scandal ridden life, but having learned that even a thorough and complete piece of shit like Donald Trump can be elected President twice, Ryan probably get’s a pass. Whiskeytown was my first introduction to Ryan’s exceptional talent. This is a good time to mention Caitlin Cary, his talented partner in the that revolving door band. She was the only other constant in that band which really was the perfect mix of alternative rock and country. Her later work with North Carolina royalty, former dBs, Chris Stamey and Don Dixon are also compelling listening. So, what about Gold? This 2nd solo record took ideas that first surfaced in Whiskeytown and repurposed them into a collection of songs that hold up remarkably well in 2025. Putting aside the two singles - New York New York and Answering Bell for a moment, the true gold in this record lies in the solidly consistent and varied songs that make this a complete record. It’s not just the amazing musicianship by the assembled studio band (check out the Wiki for that info), it’s just that Ryan’s vocals are perfectly recorded and mixed lending a sweetness and sincerity to what is essentially a breakup record. Is it sprawling? Yes, certainly. Is it a little juvenile lyrically at times? Yes, certainly. But I don’t see either of those as flaws on this record. At the time I recall reading reviews of this record mentioning the length and writing as negatives. They are not. This is a complete window into where Ryan was at the time and it’s perceived flaws reveal a remarkable honesty in both approach and delivery. Ryan was immature. Heartbreak is hard. This is an intensely personal record by an experienced and talented musician who certainly should have been a star. Like Paul Westerberg (the Replacements influences are all over this record), Ryan, at 26 years old, was expanding the palate beyond his influences and creating an experience for the listener that was more than the romantic leanings of his charming debut solo Heartbreaker from the previous year. This record was made to be a classic- timeless and I think listening to it again all the way through, he has achieved that standard. Picking standouts on a classic record seems pointless but in the hope someone wants to experience the record in a slightly different way than what was sequenced on the vinyl here is my take: start with the run of New York New York, Firecracker (track sounds like it came off the Replacements Hootenanny record) and Answering Bell. As good a 3 song start to any record. Then Somehow Someway, Nobody Girl and then Gonna Make You Love Me. Nobody Girl is as fine as dusty barroom ballad as as ever been constructed. Then next with Touch Feel & Lose, Enemy Fire, La Cienega Smiled and The Rescue Blues. These blues songs are a compelling quartet - examining the heartache from all angles but with an amazing tenderness Then you can bring it all home with Sylvia Plath ( dark fucking lyrics), Wild Flowers, It’s Harder Now That Its Over, The Toledo’s Street Walking Blues and finally Goodnight, Hollywood Blvd. An awesome finish to a very fine record. I know that it’s probably sacrilegious to reorder the tracks but this is how it all plays out in my mind. And that’s what makes this record special- it touches you emotionally even though it’s not your relationship that just crashed and fucking burned. Great music makes you feel emotion and this record will touch your heart.

At the time, I’m sure that collecting the sounds of a hoe down mixing it with blues guitar noodling and an over reliance on southern stereotypes was magic to a select group of young people who were inundated with the psychedelic sounds of the late 60s. There is no doubt that Sweet Home Alabama is Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Stairway to heaven and there are some remarkable similarities in the way both songs start pastoral and build to an anthem. The similarities stop there. This album is a rather boring and dreary affair and best left to those folks who thought the 8:33 of Sweet Home was the whole album.

At the time, I’m sure that collecting the sounds of a hoe down mixing it with blues guitar noodling and an over reliance on southern stereotypes was magic to a select group of young people who were inundated with the psychedelic sounds of the late 60s. There is no doubt that Sweet Home Alabama is Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Stairway to heaven and there are some remarkable similarities in the way both songs start pastoral and build to an anthem. The similarities stop there. This album is a rather boring and dreary affair and best left to those folks who thought the 8:33 of Sweet Home was the whole album.