Reviews by wotanmjolnir

I haven’t spent an hour and fifty-three minutes in close proximity to so much shit since I came down with dysentery in the Atlas Mountains.

It’s ok, it’s Neil Young, and all Neil Young sounds a bit samey. It’s over-long, and a lot of that length could be cut out by slimming down the bland instrumental breaks in the middle of songs, and by getting rid of the stupid almost-feedback-but-not-quite open mic / pickups that comprises the last couple of minutes of a surprising number of these songs.

An odd record for me. Blues / jazz spoken word, which intros to each ‘song’ that are barely distinguishable from the actual song itself. Not bad, but I would definitely need to be in a certain mood, and I’m not sure what that mood actually would be, to want to listen again.

This is fine. Janis Joplin has the voice, and blues rock is my thing, but it doesn’t completely connect for me. It’s not at all bad, and I enjoyed it - but I also cannot remember a single thing about it except for the adequate cover of Piece of my Heart. It’s a high 3, but a 3 nonetheless.

I must admit my heart sank when I saw another Elvis Costello album today … but this is pretty good. Oliver’s Army is a great tune, and it isn’t alone here. However, there is a bit of filler, and if there was one less of this and one more good song then I think it would be a 4. As it is it’s a 3, but a high one.

I can confidently say I just don’t get the hype around Bowie. This is the fifth album of his I’ve had so far, and it’s just very mid, very forgettable pap. He had some outstanding individual tunes, but so much just passes by. This album doesn’t even have the benefit of a standout track, everything is just sort of … there. It’s limping over the line into a 3, and only just, because while there is nothing particularly good here, there’s also nothing particularly bad. It’s all so mediocre.

I didn’t think the world needed an acid jazz cover of Sabbath’s Iron Man. I still don’t, but now that view is based on direct experience rather than conjecture.

It’s ok - very Siouxsie and the Banshees, but not quite as good. Also, the Spotify link sort of works - the first ten tracks are the same as the album.

If Jeff Buckley had been a better swimmer he would have been forgotten by now.

This is fine, but it’s very bland, and absolutely nothing stands out. Also, does it need to be 59 minutes? They don’t say anything in the extra 15 minutes that they couldn’t have said in a standard 45.

Those French pretenders and their silly plastic hats aren’t daft punk - THIS is daft punk! Really enjoyable album, with some surprisingly excellent guitar work.

This is just so lacking in edge - cosy hip-hop. Not my genre, and not interesting enough for me to like it.

Great voice, outstanding production, boring as fuck.

This is music just to make money, not music just to make music. No soul. No passion. No heart.

No, thank you.

This album definitely shows a transition from the much proggier Genesis stuff and also from Car, and starts to sound more like So. A good album, Games Without Frontiers is a great tune, and the whole thing hangs together well.

I can understand the low rating, as this is an extreme genre, and very early in the genre’s birth at that. Having said that I don’t think it deserves the roasting it gets - I’m not going to listen again, but there were some interesting elements here that I enjoyed. However, a bit like Trout Mask Replica, or We’re Only In It For The Money it’s very different to a standard type of album.

Pffffffff … it’s ok. I’m reviewing so many of these albums like this, but it’s true. It’s not bad. It’s not good. It’s there, and that’s ok.

Very much not his best work, but it’s ok. Nothing more than middling.

This is not a good album, not even close. If it was anyone other than Syd Barrett I very much doubt it would even have been released, let alone made its way on to the list. I like Pink Floyd, but only after Barrett was no longer involved.

‘What’s this song about, Ye?’
‘I’m just so fuckin’ steamed about not having any CROISSANTS!’

Fucking dog shit.