Reviews by similartie

I could tell from the beginning that this was not going to be for me. I pretty much let it play in the background while I was working on something else and thinking about other things.

Just a devastating voice. Imagine walking into a dark theater on a cold night and hearing something like this in person. Imagine if you were the only listener in the room. Your soul would leave your body.

Although I respect James Brown, I rarely listen to his recordings because I'm almost never in the mood for up-tempo dance music and shouting.

Surprisingly, there were some nice slow burners on here. The mix left something to be desired with vocals primarily in my right ear and random instruments occasionally jumping out too far. And of course crowd noise.

Overall, though, I enjoyed it and feel it is a valuable piece of music history.

First of all, "Son of a Preacher Man" is one of the greatest recordings of all time. Sadly, the rest of the album isn't near that standard. There are nice points and the band is great, but Dusty's voice is sometimes mildly unpleasant and the material veers sharply into schlock.

Low expectations because I really don't like the Sex Pistols, but this was actually kinda good.

For this type of album you just have to accept that it's going to get tedious at times; that's just part of the deal.

I'd heard about this album for a long time. I first listened to it a few years ago. I kept my expectations low because so often these sort of lost-to-the-sands-of-time gems don't live up to the hype. Then I actually listened to it and I thought it was pretty good.

Now for this project I listened to it a second time, and then a third time. The second time I was thinking: this isn't as good as I remembered it being. Then the third time I was like, okay, this is actually is pretty good.

So, I guess I'm not completely decided between 3 and 4 stars.

But I can tell you that "Coconut" sucks balls.

Kinda goofy and annoying. The samples aren't particularly compelling. Not good.

Really good from start to finish.

Soft rock for squares.

Good songs, well-recorded. Like a musical version of diner food. Nothing unexpected or brilliant but a solid, comforting meal if slightly boring.

I guess I was expecting an ambient album. Maybe a sort of sound-scapey, tuneless beast. No vocals. Layered crescendos of reverb and delay. Etc.

That's not what this is at all. This grooves surprisingly hard for how far it leans into 70s/electro-experimentalism. Deeply creative and melodic through and through.

There is a lot of music out there that I -get- but I still don't like— I understand its role in the musical universe, but it doesn't appeal to me personally.

This band is the opposite. I like the music, but I don't get it. Maybe I lack the proper perspective, but even without reading up on the context, an album should be able to telegraph it's emotional or narrative purpose.

Then again, maybe that inscrutability is an artistic choice in an of itself.

But it could also be covering up for an ultimately hollow work.

This is the best 80s-dance, synth-psych, neo-funk, crypto-soul, agit-pop album I've ever heard. Too bad I don't like any of those things. Ok, I take it back synth-psych sounds like it could be good.

Kind of a trip if you can stick with it.

This album was a real roadblock for me. I thought I would enjoy it, but I tried to listen to it a few times and I kept falling asleep. I didn't want to skip it, so the new albums kept coming in daily and stacking up. It was giving me anxiety. Finally after 20 days I put the whole project on pause, for three months.

Well, I'm finally back and I put this album on and finally made it through to the end.

It's just okay.

This is not a folk album. It's it's own thing.

I'll admit to being seduced by the aura dripping from this record. It's a warm summer evening in 1961 in a cozy little spot in the West Village. If you gave me a time machine, I wouldn't hesitate.

Anyway, I think the best way to listen to this album is not the band as a whole, not as one cohesive sound, but instead keeping the three instruments separate in your mind. Each one painting in a different color. Close your eyes and it's a very visual album.

Fatiguing and paper thin, what a winning combo. Bowie's "Across the Universe" pretty well encapsulates everything I don't like about him.

Not gonna lie, this is pretty mid for me. The compositions, while pleasant, sound like anyone could have come up with them and I don't have much use for "biting satire" or really any kind of comedy in music. Still, it is a toe-tapper.

I didn't enjoy this at all. Britpop in general doesn't seem like a genre you can really sink your teeth into. This album is fast, cheap, and easily disposable.