Reviews by sloppysteak

As a follow up to the great Electric Warrior, Slider is a massive disappointment. Way over produced, and no real standout songs.

I believe the reason this album sounded new to me although I had it when it was released is that, even as a teenager, I didn’t like it. This record is just an unfortunate experiment in noisy, screamy rock with sometimes intentionally bad guitar work. Besides the singles, there isn’t much here.

Interesting late 60s experiment. Songs aren’t great, but they tried (I guess).

Was ready to hate this, but it turned out to be pretty funky for a rap album.

Not really my thing, but a decent record nonetheless.

*THIS REVIEW IS FOR “TIME OUT” BY THE DAVE BRUBEK QUARTET*
Pretty good Jazz album.

Well produced album with a collection of songs I found fairly forgettable.

Hey, you got Big Band in my Jazz! No, you got Jazz in my Big Band! The result is some times interesting, other times meh.

I’ve listened to this album at least 20 times and I just don’t get why people like it. I like a ton of other music from this era, but this album eludes me. I’m giving it a 3 for effort, but I just want to be clear: I don’t like this record.

A mostly forgettable album. Rod Stewart’s voice always sounded that way.

Exceptionally good. Cobain’s voice hits hard on this record. Bonus: as a teen, this was my first encounter with Bowie’s Man Who Sold the World.

Aside from Jack Nitzche’s obnoxious orchestral arrangements on two songs, this is one of Young’s most solid albums.

This is a ridiculous album.

Sort of a punk album that doesn’t grate on my soul too much.

It’s clear from this record that even Janis Joplin’s voice didn’t bathe either.

I used to not get Nick Drake—I still don’t get him, but I used to not get him too.

A sort of laidback meandering guitar and vocals kind of album. Not really my thing.

Five bags of popcorn and an Ondes Martenot.

WTF? This was a massive waste of my time. Just boring, trite “metal” with screaming on top. The lyrics are juvenile and silly. The closing track—the most out of place song on the album—is almost interesting, but not quite. Honestly, these guys owe me some stars for listening to this stinky doodoo.

Little Richard’s vocals stand out on this record more than any other elements. Given its late 50s time frame, there isn’t a variety of songs on here; it’s mostly just variations on Tutti Frutti. I’m sure there was a time that this was considered devil music and adults hated it but young people loved it. I was leaning on a 2, but adjusting for aesthetic inflation, I’ll give it a 3.