Reviews by wotanmjolnir

If Daft Punk’s mum married a much older man who was the head of a French crime syndicate these would be their new, angry, step-brothers.

I really rather enjoyed it, but it’s not the kind of thing I’ll listen to regularly.

Perfectly good electro-techno-indie-alt-rock. Not exactly memorable, but not bad.

When I woke up this morning I did not expect to come to the realisation that loveable Aussie surf-hunk Henry Ramsey from Neighbours had recorded the definitive version of Mona.

Insufferable, self-indulgent art-wank.

Some music-type stuff happened, but I don’t remember a thing about it.

I have not listened to this album in 25 years, half a lifetime ago, and I haven’t missed it. I thought it was good when it came out, but now looking at it with an additional 25 years of listening to a wide variety of music I can see just how derivative it is. That’s not to say it’s unlistenable, it’s not - the singles are generally ok, and Turn really is pretty good, but nothing is really new, or exciting. Absolutely didn’t hate it, but it is oh so very mid.

Hip-hop is never going to be my thing. At least this has the decency to fuck off after 46 minutes.

I like punk, and this is ok - but that’s all. Nothing really stands out, and I’m unlikely to come back. It’s not bad though.

Grunge broke just as I was getting my musical identity, but Alice In Chains passed me by. This album is fine, but nothing really stood out for me. I may dig it out again, mainly because I know I should listen to them, but I’m pretty sure my next listen will be as if it was my first. Three stars, and a solid top-half of that three, but nothing quite here yet to make it four.

Proper 60s soul done proper.

Elwood Parsley was always more about image than music. Shakin’ Steven’s tried the exact same shtick, and his career shows how well it aged.

This album is just boring rock and roll, which has never been my thing. There is maybe one track that is more rootsy / bluesy and is infinitely better than the rest of the doo-wop crap.

This is not awful, but it is not good and just cements that whilst this may have been the foundations of modern music, like in buildings, I don’t want to spend time experiencing the foundations when the soaring edifice built on them is so much more enjoyable.

There are too many Elvises on this list.

Sellers stuff all sounds the same - slightly dull dad rock. It’s fine.

Rod Stewart is so dominant on this record that it feels like it should be his name on the door. Otherwise, this is a really good bluesy, hard-driving rock record. Ol’ Man River and Greensleeves could go and get in the bin and the quality overall would be better, but this is otherwise really good.

Barbershop bollocks (like most Beach Boys stuff). It gets 2 for Heroes and Villains, but the rest is just cobbled together antique slop, and if this had been my life work and passion project I’d have gone bonkers too, because of the shitness.

This was a bit of a ride - I started off wondering why I was listening to some fucked up Cooger and Dark carnival music, and ended up really rather enjoying it - although it’s not light and breezy by any means.

If a cumsock came to life and decided to make an album, this is the album it would make. Except even a sentient cumsock would probably think 63 minutes was taking the piss a bit.

I had LL Cool J yesterday and this today. I’m not a fan of hip-hop, or juvenile waffling generally, so I have not had a wonderful two days.

It’s not bad, it’s not good, it’s not interesting, it’s not getting played by me again. 3 stars, only because I don’t think it really deserves 2, but that’s a very grudging 3 stars.

Nah, fuck it - it’s 2. Bitches.

Ladies may well love cool James, but I don’t.

It’s like Will Smith found out about sex and some almost rude words and wanted to make a record but wasn’t quite brave enough. Humdrum, pedestrian hippity-hop that hangs around far too long.

The most backgroundy background music to have ever filled the background.

Marianne Faithfull’s career is testament to ‘it’s not what you know, it’s who you …’ well, you know the rest.

It’s not bad, but is it needed? The production values of the time don’t do it any favours either, especially on “The Ballad of Lucy Jordan” which gives a weird disco vibe to a sad tale. Low three, but no worse.

Pulp got their big breakthrough at a time when I was peak clubbing age, and a solid Brit Pop Indie-Kid … but I did not get into them. Obviously Common People and Disco 2000 were always played at student nights, but they always left me cold, and the first half of this album didn’t change my opinion. The back half, though - not brilliant by any stretch, but really pretty good. Sorted For E’s and Wizz and Underwear are great tunes, and while they don’t tip it into 4 stars, it is a very high 3.