Reviews by similartie

I thought this was very good, which makes me think I need to go back and listen to Violator again, because I gave that one a three.

One of the best albums I've ever heard.

I can appreciate the merging of several different styles of music, but the execution makes for a discombobulating experience. It's like pop-rock combined with smooth R&B, but with slightly bigger drums. It's like if you mixed two recipes: Beef Chili and Chicken Noodle Soup, and then topped it off with MSG-encrusted pork rinds.

Tracks range from annoying to somewhat tolerable.

It sounds like a bunch of bros got together to make a bro band and perform in front of even more bros. Which is fine, just don't go in the studio and try to record it and then make me listen to it for an internet project.

The first half of this record feels like reggae boilerplate. The second half cooks.

Yes, absolutely. Play this shit at my funeral.

I first became aware of this band probably twenty years ago. I have a couple of their albums in my library (not this one, though). And to be honest, I usually forget they exist and then, once in a great while (like every couple years), I'll put on an album. And you know what— it's always a good listen when I do.

I wasn't taken immediately. By the end of the cover of All Tomorrow's Parties something clicked and I thoroughly enjoyed it from that point forward.

Their 1996 album How I Quit Smoking was a bit of an indie touchstone— it's an album I attempted to get into several times. Eventually I decided it was just cluttering up my library and my mental capacity and I rid myself of it. This album is not much more enticing, I'm afraid.

It's either great or it sucks. Not sure.

Tangerine is really the only standout track for me on this one. There are some interesting bits and pieces here and there but doesn't hold up.

This is the worst blues album I have ever heard.

The parts without vocals weren't so bad?

This one was good but it sort of sunk into the couch cushions and had trouble getting up again.

This is basically a razor-sharp funk album with pop vocals. It works. Pretty slick.

I like the indie folk stuff, but I could do without the baroque pop. John Wayne Gacy Jr. is such a sad, beautiful song. There are a few other tracks on the album that are pretty good, but there's a lot of filler as well.

Fairly noisy rock record. It has a nice energy and cohesiveness to it, but the bloody-raw edge is not really my thing. It sounds like a band's first record, before they ascended to major-label success or crashed and burned, whichever. I was surprised to see they were already long-time veterans when they put this out.

All of British blues-rock was just building up to this album. Once LZ got involved, well, it was going to be tough for anyone to top them. The genre would eventually wither and die.

I have to admit to being the kind of teenage boy in the 90s who avoided Tori Amos like the plague. But, you know what, this album isn't half bad. On the surface it seems kinda cheese ball, but in this case I think it's a byproduct of the era and not sincerely-held cheese, if that makes sense.