Reviews by kuvien

I can’t think of a better album to commit double suicide to, but at least wait until the end or you’ll miss some delightful, clever, and, at points, experimental music. And then maybe you’ll decide to experiment a while longer with this delightful little thing we call life.

As the lady swooned under the spell of the bard's guitar, she tried to keep her wits about her as she indulged in her guessing game: how many inches, after all, was the incubus her minstrel had summoned? And was it, indeed, after all, "love"?

Worst album cover of all time.

I harbored quite a prejudice for Bowie’s earlier stuff for a long time. 1969 through 1972: Bowie at his best. And so I just listened to albums #2 through #5 for the longest time, but eventually I had to look myself in the mirror and admit how much I loved Bowie. And if I loved Bowie that much, could I be content with just his earlier folk stuff? After much late-night pacing and soul-searching, I was forced to come to the conclusion that I would have to explore more of his discography. It was a painful realization, but like a child taking his medicine, sometimes what’s painful is what’s best for you. This branching out led me to Low and this album, and I just adore everything about them, especially “Wild Is the Wind”.

I guess what appeals to me most about this album, other than the catchy-as-hell pop punk, is the rock opera feel of the whole thing. This is the story of Jimmy, a suburban kid from Jesusland trying to make his way in a world of rock n roll and politics, trying to live in a divided America where everyone is drawing lines in the sand.

The only dip in quality on this album is the opening of side B, “Passage to Bangkok”. Please, for the love of Buddha’s butthole, stop trying to make songs sound Asian! It’s cringey and stupid. Other than that, this is an excellent concept album. Side A is a masterpiece Rush only equals with “Cygnus” (all parts combined). For anyone who’s been living on Mars and doesn’t know what this album is about, I’ll give an overview: in the future, you’re not allowed to be creative or think for yourself. Such individualism is a crime, punished under the authoritarian control of the priests of Syrinx. There is no music in this dystopian setting (similar to themes expressed in Zappa’s Joe’s Garage). One day a man finds an artifact from another time and place, and he discovers through experimentation that this device can make music. It’s a guitar, something unknown to the people of the future. This device helps the man express himself, his creativity, and his individuality. The priests seize and destroy the guitar and banish the man, and the man, disillusioned and unable to go on without music, kills himself.

Is this some kind of joke album? This is one of the worst pieces of trash I've ever heard.

I'd rather listen to crust punk.

"Mr. Blue Sky" is one of the best, most infectious pop rock songs ever written. Pure genius. I mean, this whole album, like so many ELO albums, show just how good Lynne was at writing catchy songs (kind of like Elton John). It's all such amazing easy-listening cheese.

The more time that passes between now and that what was once Animal Collective, the more convinced I become that this is drug music. Not that you have to take drugs or that you should to appreciate this, but that the music is like…“hey drugs!” Is this the kind of semi-surreal stuff that flows through the average tripping brain? Anyway, the music is pretty catchy and experimental overall, and though it’s a bit disjointed in spots, overall it holds together.

I'm a few hundred albums into this "challenge", and this by far the worst album yet. I'd rather guzzle Satan's diarrhea than listen to this one again. If there was a magic spell that could undo this album to make it never exist and the material component for the spell was my ears, I would willingly sacrifice them to negate the existence of this trash.

The deepest heartbreaks are the most beautiful, and this album—and its theme—is beautiful in its lonesomeness. Lonesome, not lonely. The red-headed stranger meets plenty of women along the way, but none of them can replace the wife of his youth, the one for whom he bought the bay, the one whom he caught in bed with another man and subsequently shot dead. This album is a well-crafted sojourn through the mind of a man wrestling with betrayal, wondering if it's possible to touch the fire once again. Side A is grief, Side B modus vivendi. This album is like an old Western film: the more it leaves unsaid, the more it expresses.

The 80s buttfucks Celtic music while Van Morrison and the Beatles hug one another and weep in shame.

Poetic in her observations, boring in her delivery. A departure from the catchy melody of Blue. An album of wandering through relationships like landscapes. Her guitar-playing evokes such wide open spaces. There's almost no melody to latch onto. A lot of meandering and returning to the same undulating rambling musical phrasings. Not afraid to underuse the harmonica. Title evokes idea of not only traveling but also one with overtones of "discovery".

Dear 1001 guy, die in a fire.

kthxbye

This is a beautiful album of melancholic musings that are not indicative of defeat but rather reminders that love exists and life can be good. Is this album them selling out and going more mainstream? Who the fuck cares! This is a masterpiece of pop rock. I don’t give a shit about the band’s career arc and whatnot. I like their old stuff, and I like their stuff ten years on, as the band members matured and had different things to say. “Nightswimming” says everything you need to hear sometimes. The stars aligned in the making of this album.

This is a brilliant album, Yorke’s answer to the creeping dread within him that rock as a genre was dead. Also, the band was disillusioned by all the copycat bands that came out of the woodwork after the commercial and critical success of *OK Computer*. What I find most impressive about this album is how they got away from a guitar-driven sound and weren’t afraid to experiment with string and brass instruments, electronic, and jazz. “National Anthem”, for example, has a very strong avant-jazz feel in parts. This is a fine, contemplative answer to mega-success.

Finally! The 1001 guy chose an album I'd not heard that's actually good.

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After you invade uncharted lands and slaughter nearly everyone, after the songs of praise to Valhalla, after you drink to the deaths of your friends in battle--then you need to start working on your politics. If you're ever going to rule the natives, you need to treat them as your friends. I mean, they're pretty "blue" because your murdered all their friends and families. The least you can do is trade a smile with them. Once things settle down, you can all have a song and dance as you celebrate the new way of things in the promised land. Aaand then the album goes off the rails, taking an equally enjoyable track. Things suddenly turn sexual, even though they're not supposed to be. Oh yeah, sing it! You know how hot I get about you working overtime. You know how turned on I get watching you hang people.