Reviews by meowmeow

Meh. Not my thing.

Oh no, it's more mopey soft rock.

Listening to Bob Dylan is a chore. It is the opposite of fun. I know he's a good poet, but I can read lyrics on Genius and skip the interminable tedium of... this.

My husband has significantly more conventional music taste than I do, and if he was doing this project he'd be giving this album a one star rating. He's made me turn off a Squid album before for being too much shouty noise.

I still listen to "shouty noise" music, I just use my headphones so I'm not annoying the Gen Xer with conventional taste and no urge to explore new sounds.

So here we are. For the most part, I vibed with this album - notable exception being Don't, which sounds like someone recorded the sensation of screaming into the void - and I'd definitely be willing to listen to more Dinosaur Jr. going forward.

Oooh, another album I'd never heard of before that really works well for my brain. Excellent. This sort of thing is why I signed up for this project in the first place.

Nothing wrong with this, but it didn't grab me.

I'm an elder Millennial and listening to this album with headphones on helped me understand what nostalgia truly is. It's just... it's a little bit weird that I get nostalgic about shit like The Prodigy and Rammstein, right?

10/10 time machine back to the simpler times of being a freshman in high school, will definitely keep listening whenever I'm in the mood to forget about the 21st century for a while.

This album started out by startling the tortoiseshell cat who was peacefully washing herself on my lap. She is NOT a fan.

Okay, it's sleazy gay synthpop. Quality uneven from track to track. Sex Dwarf is inherently ridiculous.

My rating: three stars.
The tortie's rating: one star *hiss*

"But the one thing I hate
'Cause I can't concentrate
No, I just can't abide
Yeah, I've never the time to 69"
- lyrics from "69" by Self Esteem

Don't know why I kept thinking of that Self Esteem song while attempting to listen to this tedious slog of an album. It's a mystery!

Another album that requires separation of the art and the artist.

Album: ridiculous, over the top, bombastic silly fun.

The artist? Well, let's just say I wasn't sad when he died.

This is a review of the album, so... yes, excellent nonsense, five stars.

I saw this in a bin at the record store and recoiled. Too depressing. WAY too depressing.

I like the first half of this album!

Funk is fun with an extra letter! Very enjoyable listening.

Information Society covered (We Don't Need This) Fascist Groove Thang in 2016, and that's the version I heard first. It's always interesting when you hear the original version after the cover.

Unfortunately, this is another album of uneven quality - and I'm saying this as someone who's rather fond of 80's synthpop. Song With No Name was a particularly painful listen.

A fun album, but not consistent in quality - it's a little bit of a roller coaster, moodwise.

This was a passion project, not intended to be a commercial success, and the love for the art really shines.

I'm sober, and I'm pretty sure this isn't music made with sober people in mind.

This album pioneered the genre of trip-hop!

I don't like trip-hop.

Traditional Indian instruments did NOTHING to deserve this crap.

I made it 31 seconds into this album before I had to go clean my ears with some King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard.