Reviews by rhymingnonsensically

I have mixed feelings about David Bowie. He's solid but good grief we're 150 albums into this and this is like Bowie album number five. I really like his Berlin period and that swan song was pretty phenomenal but, and I know this is sacrilegious, I find most of his stuff to be pretty underwhelming and boring and this doesn't prove to be an exception to that rule. Absolutely hideous cover of Across the Universe.

I get why this receives a lot of hate here and I fully expect my compatriots to hand out a couple of ones but I can't help but really appreciate and like how raw the album sounds and the pure energy song to song.

There’s no way the Secretary Rock review is real, I refuse to believe we live in a world where Comic Book Guy and Ben Shapiro are capable of procreation.

What's the Mount Rushmore of car songs? It has to include Fast Cars, right? Probably something by Bruce Springsteen (I'd pick Thunder Road but know some would probably be more partial to Born to Run)? Are the trucker songs of the 1960s and 1970s like you're Convoys and Six Days on the Road qualifiers? Does the car have to be a means of escape like it is for Tracy and Bruce or a means of returning home like it is in so many country songs? It probably has to be by an American given the automobile's place here after the war, and there are personal bonus points if they mention the make/model and Detroit.

This feels back to basics for the folk genre when a lot of the giants of the genre were trying and failing to experiment with synths and creating ill-advised super groups. This feels as forward looking as the Joan Armatrading album we got earlier. Extremely fresh and modern sounding even 40 years on. After the first two songs there's a bit of a drop off but that doesn't diminish the power of those first two.

Aw HELL yeah. The title track is just a mind-trip. Look at the band on this too. Willie Nelson, Johnny Paycheck, and Buddy Emmons. You probably can't make a better country record than this in the 1960s without the novelty of recording in a California state prison. I don't know if you can find many other projects with a steel-guitar that sounds better than this. Country is such a singles driven genre, there's just a huge difference between the number of great country artists and great country albums outside that 70s outlaw period when Willie Nelson goes on his tear so I'm grading this on a curve and adding one star because of it. Ray Price is the fucking man.

Wasn't expecting the clip of the Prisoner, that was a lot of fun. I AM NOT A NUMBER I AM A FREE MAN. Some of these albums (the Megadeth comes to mind) I wish I had really gotten into when I was a teenager. It's not that the music is juvenile it's that I no longer have the spare energy to head bang the way that this music demands of the listener. Still a rock solid 3.5.

For the Bowie completionists I guess. It's fine enough. It's more a 2.5 but I'm giving a PROTEST one star at the excess of minor David Bowie albums.

Fond memories of getting high as shit with Tyler and listening to this on Isaac's couch. Not the world's biggest Pink Floyd guy but this is definitely my favorite. Plus one for the nostalgia piece.

This is actually a pretty good listen but this comes out at a time when rock music in general ceases to have anything new or interesting to say. Also, THREE Kings of Leon albums? Heh???

Anymore I get annoyed when the albums are this obviously "save the world", "everybody love everybody", and "will someone please think of the children", but when it sounds this damn good with peak Motown productions and put through Marvin Gaye's sultry voice it plays. Orchestras add such depth to anything they're on (see Gordon Lightfoot before and after stringed production).

Half-assed internet research also reveals that three Detroit Lions sang backing vocals on the title track. How about that.

Tangled up in Blue is the best American popular song since the end of the war. It’s that simple. To dissect yourself and a relationship that many different ways from that many different perspectives and making each verse a novel on its own...it’s just fucking perfection and delivered with the force of a goddamn freight train.

And yeah the rest of the album is pretty good too. I don't care if Shelter from the Storm is used to sell insurance or whatever, that song fucking rips too. To me this is the album that earns him the Nobel Prize. Seasons come, seasons go but remains hands-down my favorite album ever.

Boy, do I feel ancient seeing this is almost twenty years old. The big hits (Time to Pretend, Kids, Electric Feel) still really hold up. I also really appreciated the modern psychedelic twists like on Of Moons. The more acoustic stuff is just fine.

I would need more time than I'm willing to spend to get to a place where I like this album.

I understand I might be off on my own here but this album is great fun. One of music's primary functions to make your body move and that's here in spades. It drags a little towards the end but that's a criticism of electronic dance music in general, my endorphins and dopamine have a time limit.

Hilarious album cover too. Someone do a where is he now with the little fella wearing the t-shirt.

Brave and stunning, an indie rock album about suburbia. I suppose the irony is lost on them that the album is as boring and bland as The Suburbs can be so at least that's true to life. Tell me more about your fair trade coffee beans and how you didn't do the touristy things on your vacation, brother.

How about that, an album of the 1990s that I actually enjoy. Like everyone else I've heard Alright but the rest of this album plays. Nothing terribly innovative going on here but that doesn't matter if it as pleasant to the ear as this is. Making me a little curious as to what is in store for the rest of the Britpop, I just imagined it was Oasis and Oasis knockoffs.

Southern California had a good thing going in the 70s huh

Came into this wanting to give a contrarian take on the title track and the overrated nature of the Eagles in general but I can admit when I'm an idiot. The first twenty seconds of Life in the Fast Lane is on the Mount Rushmore of dad rock. This is short of a five because I didn't really care for the Wasted Time interlude in the middle.

I think I can admit that I've never been the biggest hip-hop guy but that I enjoyed this about as much as I can for a hip-hop album I've listened to the first time.

George Clinton has an excellent claim to be the premier musician and bandleader of the 1970s, the man is very much not afraid to let his muse take him wherever the fuck it decides he's going.

Truly the year I discovered I am much lower on the music of the hippies than previously believed. Presumably Donovan did a lot of yoga in this sitar phase because it requires immense flexibility to crawl this far up one's own asshole. The title track is a heater on an otherwise unremarkable project.

I'm starting to think the Who are that one meme with the three hot chicks in bikinis (Beatles, Rolling Stones, Kinks) next to the squat girl in the one piece and bathing cap (the Who). Simply shocking I thought I was primed to really like this band.