Reviews by wotanmjolnir

This is ok, if very uneven - it doesn’t seem to know if it’s prog-rock, blues-rock, or country-rock and so the listening experience is a little bit all over the place. Not great, not terrible.

A middling album made by a gigantic cunt.

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The album cover looks like a magazine advert for Pandora, and the music is pretty much just bollocks. I defy anyone to tell one track from another if you removed any vocals - they are all so repetitive, and non-distinctive, and the whole thing is so, so long. Not at all good.

Very much not my usual thing, and it feels more like a soundtrack to a game than an album, buts it’s ok in a dynamic, background-y kind of way. It’s not completely shit.

It’s ok, but of the Stooges albums I’ve had it’s impressed me the least.

Unmemorable dream-pop. Didn’t hate it; didn’t rate it.

When I saw a 70s double album pop up today I did sigh a bit, but this is great. It’s not a 5, there are too many indifferent or heavily countrified tracks to give it top marks to my ears, but I genuinely enjoyed a good 75% of this. Easy 4.

I really wish I had generated this before Trout Mask Replica, but there we go.

I hated Trout Mask Replica, really hated it. I get the trope that you have to listen to it x number of times before you get it, but I didn’t see the point of inflicting pain on myself and so left it at one listen, and that’s plenty thank you.

This one, though - wow, night and day. Really enjoyed this, really good bluesy rock, and accessible, too. It’s not quite 5, but it’s a really strong 4, and I’m toying with the idea of revisiting Trout Mask Replica to see if I can get a handle on it. I may need to register to this a few times first, but that’s something I’m happy to do.

Why? Just, why? Utterly forgettable, I don’t think it was important in the 80s, and I know because I was there. Not bad, not good, not vital to listen to. It gets three because it isn’t bad, but it’s a grudging three because two feels harsh for something that neither improves nor diminishes the world by existing.

Let’s get this out of the way - this is very long, and it’s very repetitive. Normally I would mark those as major negatives, and whilst they still aren’t positives, I feel like this album benefits from both of them. This isn’t really an album you listen to, but as ambience I think it works really well, and I was surprised that I quite enjoyed it. I always thought I hated EDM, but clearly some is right in my groove - Chemical Brothers and this lot seeming to be there.

It’s not getting a huge mark, and I’ll likely never listen to it again consciously, but I wouldn’t turn it off. 3 stars, but a high 3 stars.

I had Nothing’s Shocking a month or so ago, and really enjoyed it. I liked this, too, but not as much - there’s no Jane Says here, but Three Days and Then She Did … are both really strong. Asa a whole though I just didn’t find it as engaging. Still an enjoyable album, though.

Perfectly good early 70s rock. Rod Stewart’s voice is Rod Stewart’s voice, so take that how you will. It was ok.

Even in the ‘80s in the UK if you asked someone in the street to tell you anything about Dexys Midnight Runners you would get something about Come On Eileen, dungarees, a fat dart player, or a song about Geno Washington. Dexys were not a wildly popular band, they had a wildly popular single. They aren’t bad, but they really didn’t cause much of a ripple in the UK beyond tales of Eileen’s spunky adventures, and I really don’t think they need at least two albums in this list.

As for the music, it’s ok, nothing bad, nothing exceptional. I suspect it was a smart choice to put Come On Eileen as the last track otherwise 90% of album listens would get no further than it.

The only sensations associated here are mild nausea and the feeling of wasted time. Possibly the longest 35 minutes of my life, it’s like T Rex without the charm or quality, Gary Glitter without the stomp or sense of self parody. And, hopefully, less child abuse.

2/5, and a low 2 at that.

This is alright, I suppose. It’s not a patch on anything The Smiths did, but it’s ok. The bloke is still a rampaging knobhead, though.

I genuinely think it’s hard to dislike CCR. Rootsy, bluesy, dirty swamp-rock that’s just good fun. It’s not high art, it’s just good rock music.

Theirs is nothing particularly complicated, or innovative, or fresh about Accadacca, but when they do what they do well there is no other band that can touch them. Yes, a lot of their stuff is hard to tell apart, even on this album (but that’s the same for the Rolling Stones, or Muse), some of the lyrics are absolutely terrible in terms of the crassness and misogyny (“Let me put my love into you, babe / let me cut your cake with my knife” for example), and two-thirds of the rhythm section is literally just count-to-four simplistic, but when the whole starts firing well, fuck me but you can’t help but nod your head.

There’s a reason why this is one of the biggest selling albums of all time.

Very occasionally I think it would be quite cool to be in the Kings of Leon. Far more frequently I think about how epic it would be to have been the pigeon that shat directly into the singer’s mumbly mouth.

All style, little substance.

Yacht rock bollocks from the emperor in his new clothes.