Reviews by meowmeow

Bob Marley the cat, 2013-2025

It took me nearly six months to listen to this album after it got generated, my cat's death in July hurt me more than I was letting on. Yeah, I still have four cats, but I used to have five, and cats are living creatures with unique personalities and... yeah, losing Marley the cat got to me, all right.

That said, he was named after an incredibly talented musician. I'm glad I finally got around to listening.

Days since I last listened to this album before it came up in the generator: 11

Very sweet, very personal lyrics. Twang not overwhelming. Vocals heavy on vibratto, but that's part of her signature style, isn't it?

Another exception to my general dislike of country.

Pleasant enough for early seventies folk rock - a bit Dylanesque, but not aggressively so - but it's one of those albums that slipped out of my head entirely as soon as my streaming switched to another artist. I mean, *technically* I listened to it before I died, right? Even if it didn't stick?

I've got an uncontrollable urge... to give DEVO five stars.

yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah

I listened to this while falling asleep and had good dreams.

Ancestral to many genres, a product of its time. I've mostly heard Marty Robbins' music used to establish atmosphere, which is something it's very useful for.

Still, he was pretty clearly romanticizing frontier life and doing his part to glamorize the image of the Extremely Rugged Cowboy Survivalist, and the testosterone poisoning oozing throughout these classic western songs doesn't sit well with me.

Headphones on for this one. Gotta soak up the experience.

I tried to let go of everything I know about the members of Pantera and approach this album with an open mind, I really did. There's a lot of enjoyable metal music out there, you know? Maybe this has potential!

Nah. It's off-putting and unpleasant. "Vulgar" is an incredibly apt description. I appreciate its place in the evolution of the metal genre, but I'm never going to listen to Pantera again if I can help it.

Oh, this album goes in the ADHD Get Shit Done bucket, not the Active Listening bucket. Time to clean the kitchen, motherfuckers!

wait, what in the ridiculous car commercial hell is this?

Okay. It's well made, but I have no place for it in my library. It doesn't really work as a focus aid, and I didn't enjoy the hour I sunk into it. (At one point I wandered off to feed the cats and Moby got drowned out by a chorus of meows... an improvement.)

For a well made album I'll never listen to again? Three stars.

ACAB

Good music, but BOY do those lyrics ever lack subtlety.

It's great music, but it's also incredibly melancholy music, and it requires a matching melancholy mood for maximum appreciation. This is NOT an album for my regular rotation.

This album suits my overall vibe more than I care to admit.

Delightful and educational! Absolutely an album that merits its place on the list.

My husband and I have very different opinions of this album. He thinks it's boring - he lacks the patience for a slow buildup of sound.

For me, the experience is a delight. I just have to save this listening experience for when I'm wearing headphones or have an evening to myself.

Grotesque misogyny.

Inoffensive to the ears, even if that one song gets played to death on 80s radio stations while the rest of the album gets ignored. Still white guy ska, though. You're never going to find me listening to this on purpose.

The subject matter is incredibly meaningful, but John Grant's singing style is one that I need to take in small doses. Good album, difficult to get through in a single listening session. Ideally I'd mix this into a playlist.

People really listen to Radiohead on purpose?

Of course they do. Just about every piece of art out there appeals to someone or other.

Still, I'm looking forward to getting the remaining three Radiohead albums from the generator so I can be done with them. I've seen a lot of people say it took repeat listening to start appreciating them, but I think I'm going to be okay going the rest of my life without giving myself some kind of sad British guitar Stockholm Syndrome.