Reviews by similartie

Ryan Adams is a scumbag, but this album is good. Fourteen songs, two of which are top-tier and maybe six more that are well worthwhile, IMO.

Kinda surprised Tiny Dancer was the leadoff track. Seems more like a track 5 or 6. Indian Sunset is a real clunker. The whole album is a bit too grandiose and overwrought. If I wanted that, I would listen to Mickey Newbury's 'Frisco Mabel Joy from the same year.

I guess this is power pop? I don't know. I don't really see the connection to punk nor do I have enough of an understanding of new wave to see how this fits in. The songs are mostly okay— I like the fruity little organ but I don't really care for EC's exaggerated vocal stylings.

Next.

I almost gave this a two because I tired of it quickly, but the musicianship is just too good. I'm just not into uptempo jazz.

Hey, it's me, your friendly neighborhood not-a-hip-hop-guy. I have to give this album some credit because it's absolutely archetypal. If someone were to ask me to conjure up the idea of hip-hop in my brain, this is what it would sound like. This is Elvis, this is Hank Williams, this is Sgt. Pepper's. But when you boil it down, it's still not something I would reach for when I want to listen to music.

The music isn't objectionable but the mix seems off and frankly I was a little bored by it.

Honestly, not as bad as I thought it would be. Still bad though.

Tedious and lame.

Starts out with a bang, finishes with a great rendition of a classic, with a few gems in between.

This is the type of band that is inspired by stuff that I like, and may have influenced other stuff that I like, but I'm just not into it. The last two tracks were actually pretty good; it's a shame the whole album doesn't sound like that.

She had such an outsized cultural influence for someone who was only known for a couple years. She sang at Monterey in June of '67, her debut album with her band came out in August of '68, and then she died in October of 1970. Very sad. She did leave behind a small catalogue of songs and this was a nice send off. Rest in peace.

I have a vivid memory of my high school girlfriend loving this album and me loving her loving it. The only problem is this album came out in 2002 and I graduated from high school in 1999.

I wasn't pulled in immediately, but by the end I felt I understood what he was trying to do. I like his approach to songwriting and the way the quality of his voice suits the songs. I think Old Man is really the gem, but some of the other tracks could grow on me with further listening.

Well, what can I fucking say. I didn't much like it and it went on and on and on and on and on.

This is the type of album that I will put on and be like, meh, but then I remember to turn the volume up just to the point it starts to get a little uncomfortable, and voila! it sounds great. I do think this album could have been made shorter and punchier without losing the chill aspect.

A nice shiny apple with a couple mushy spots.

Mannish Boy and I Can't Be Satisfied are the obvious standouts. The rest is good, but pretty standard issue post-war blues. The mix favors the vocal, guitar, and harmonica; the rhythm section is practically inaudible, which is a shame. Still well worth listening to.

I know I'm not the only one who feels like listening to this is like listening to a foreign language. My brain just doesn't process this the same way as it does, say, a guitar and vocal. I might as well be listening to a documentary recording of a city street at midday or a severe thunderstorm in Davenport, Iowa in 1998.

I didn't like Funeral and I really didn't like The Suburbs, but this one is actually not bad. Go figure. I think they buried the vocal a bit, which works just fine for me.