Reviews by kuvien

meh

GreatValu Beatles. Nurse Robert. Sweetheart of My Bunghole.

Whatever I say about this album is going to be nothing more than a vain scribbling of words. What do you say in response to the distant thunder and the clarion call from a landscape beyond? When you stand naked on a dark plain amidst the warring music above and around you? I’ve already said too much. Go get lost in this album that is a world unto itself. Give yourself to its mystery and wonder.

a massive meh from me, dawg

Man, these vocals suck.

Pretty cheesy, actually, but I like how his glasses are the only straight thing.

Right. The dude who compiled this 1001 list thing is an idiot. Out of all the albums that exist, he chose to include this one? (Eh, this album isn't terrible; it's just a mediocre album that's come along at a time in my torturous journey through a list of music compiled by a guy who clearly has no experience or taste and has only serendipitously hit upon actually good albums.)

An overrated album by an overrated band. People who put this poster up in their rooms need to be punched in the nose.

I've got an entire room just for trying on clothes!

I don't care. This music is all kinda hollow. Nothing here to hold my interest.

Does this bloke think he's Marc Bolan? Meh. I'll just go listen to T. Rex. Why the fuck should I listen to this bland shit before I die? Is this list... a joke?

This album reminds me of my dad. He was (is?) super into this band. He also had a massive beard.

I'm sure this is fine, but it's pretty bog-standard blues rock.

Sting would punch this dude in the throat.

A reference to "Innervisions" always makes me happy.

The finest day I ever had was when I realized I don't have to like Talking Heads.

Pretty underwhelming. I still don't get the appeal of The Boss. No, I'm not asking for help. I'm fine forgetting about this forgettable music.

Look, I like violins as much as the next person--maybe even more--but damn these overdubs (like they're trying to make every song sound like "Eleanor Motherfucking Rigby"). They're so tacked on, not matching Nico's voice at all, which sounds like she's pulling her jaw back into her throat. And then just listen to "Winter Song": the power is right there in the (rather frightening) lyrics. We don't need a flute to tell us "this is a pastoral song, in case you couldn't figure it out". RYM ranks "It Was a Pleasure Then" as the worst track on the album, but I think it's the best because it's not got those damn overdubs. Everything is more real--the music, the vocals. It's pretty VU at its heart, too, what with the short bursts of howling feedback and the minimalist experimental vibe threatening to explode into a welcome cacophony that never comes. Nope. Bring the flautist and string quartet back in. Break's over!

If you've not yet heard William Shatner's version of "Common People", do yourself a favor.

Falsetto and fiddles, swaggering saxophones blasting in time to my heartbeat gait, oh my! So this is where that "Come on Eileen" song comes from. Huh.