Reviews by wotanmjolnir

Classic punk record - turns up, does its stuff really well (and surprisingly well produced, too), and fucks off leaving you wanting more. Great Friday album.

I like the blues. I really like the blues. This is not really the blues, and it’s clearly demonstrated on the opener, a collaboration with Carlos Santana, which basically becomes a Santana song. Also, the 80s production really does everything dirty. When this finished Spotify served me some Muddy Waters, and that really showed up how un-blues like this album actually is. It’s not bad, but I’m sure it has to be towards the bottom of John Lee Hooker’s quality.

It’s stupid, overblown, bombastic bullshit, but by god is it entertaining. And there is no denying that Meat Loaf had a hell of a pair of pipes. And bitch tits.

Surfer RosaPixies

Rated 6/10

Hmmmm. Massively influential band, but really not a great album. It is very rough around the edges, and there are some flashes of quality, notably in Gigantic and Broken Face, but overall not great.

It’s fine. Alison Goldfrapp’s voice is excellent, but the music is just a bit meh. It starts to get more interesting towards the end when it drifts away from the folky-type stylings, but nothing remarkable.

Odd one, this. On the one hand it is, basically, what old people say about modern music in that it is just noise. On the other hand it has some interesting motifs and rhythms buried in there. Not bad, but not something I’d likely want to listen to actively again.

72 minutes. 72 fucking minutes of a successful famous man whining about the problems of success and fame.

Still, it’s well delivered, and the production is clean as - I’m tempted to knock a star off for popularising Dido but that would be churlish. I’m very unlikely to listen to it again, but it wasn’t total shite.

It’s ok 80s pop. My sister had this and it was in the car tape deck when I was a kid, but nothing other than It’s A Sin is even slightly familiar, which says a lot about the music, I think.

Nothing special, but refreshingly short. Somewhat ironic considering Mr Newman’s professed opinions on short things.

It’s not bad, but I’m never going to listen to it again. It goes on way too long, but it didn’t totally bore me or make me irrationally angry so it’s a low three, I think.

Tim Buckley is that bleak prick who turns up at a house party with an acoustic when all everyone wants is to drink, get stoned, and fuck.

This is fine, but completely unremarkable.

Rap and hippity-hop are never going to be my tempo, but this is not over long, and some of the samples are enjoyable. Still never going to listen to it again, though.