Reviews by wotanmjolnir

Avery pleasant little album, with some good songs.

I just don’t get the fuss about the dirty little puppy that was Prince. Everything is just so overlong, and so much is repetitive and never really goes anywhere, and it just bores the wrinkly tits off me. The one high point was the somewhat-out-of-left-field rocker The Cross, which has an incredible drum sound, but even then I was getting bored. It just does not tickle my pickle.

This is not good, and it's not bad, it's just OK. Time to Pretend is the absolute stand-out, and as the opener it just means everything else is not as good. Also, I can never not hear "That's a lovely bit of cheese, Grommit" in the chorus of Kids. This may or may not be a good thing.

I'm not going to pretend I listened to all of this, because I could only find it on YouTube and no-one's got time for that. What I did listen to wasn't bad, per se, but it was very fucking weird.

If I wanted to listen to an angry Londoner shout over dial-up Internet sounds I'd go and listen to, well, I don't actually know because recording and releasing something like that would be mental.

I had the other (because for some reason there are two albums on the list) M.I.A album a while ago, and it got 1 star. This album is worse.

I'm a British, dyed in the wool indie-kid and metal-head, but god damn do I love me some Johnny Cash.

James Hetfield isn't the reason I play guitar, but he is the reason I play rhythm guitar - his playing on Disposable Heroes and Leper Messiah is some of the best rhythm playing ever laid down. Great album.

My lunchtime walk around Telford town centre felt like I was in Bladerunner. I mean it does, anyway, but this added to it.

5/5 would hunt replicants whilst not realising I was a replicant myself again.

Grunge was the music of my youth and my generation, and I do like it ... but I lean more towards the Pearl Jam end of the spectrum rather than the Nirvana end, and this is (probably unsurprisingly) very Nirvana-y. It's OK, I didn't dislike it, but it was just there. Nothing stood out for me.

OK, I Suppose Company.

Look, it's a good album, with some great songs ... but for me the second half really tails off and I just don't see it as one of the greatest albums ever made. I think the legend of the album is why people rate it so highly, but it just isn't that amazing. It's a good 4, but not a 5, and nowhere near the best ever.

This album has all of the worst hallmarks of the 80s - massive over production, too much crappy synth, over-gated electronic drum sounds that just go 'dik-dik-dik-dik' ... The whole thing makes me feel like I'm wearing a shiny suit with the sleeves pushed to the elbows, and (judging by the lyrical content) some old man's cum stains on the crotch.

Billy Gibbons is a great guitarist. Frank Beard is a shit drummer. Dusty Hill was on the album too.

I was never a Megadeth fan, because I bought into the whole Mustaine / Metallica feud thing, and I loved Metallica. That's my loss, as this is a great album. I'm knocking off a point because I'm not a fan of super-shreddy arpeggio lead guitar (sorry Marty), but that's still a 4.

God damn but this is dreary. There's no denying she can really sing, but a 40s / 50s inflected collection of country covers is very far from my cup of tea, and I doubt its validity in this list.

I'm not much of an EDM fan but this is perfectly pleasant, although it does get a bit repetitive and draggy towards the end.

There is such a thing as 'too much Keith Moon.'

I think Ian Anderson's flute is a little bit like Lemmy's warts - identifiable, and the thing that people who don't know either artist, know. But, in both cases, they are extremely incidental to the majesty of the artist, and in some ways detract from them.

Anyway, this album is incredible - I'd only listened to one Tull album before, but I'm revisiting the rest of the catalogue, as this is now one of my favourite albums of all time.

I like punk, but I don't like surf rock, and I think my dislike of surf rock outweighs my liking for punk here. I wanted to enjoy this more, but just didn't.

Really enjoyable proto-punk-glam-rock. If you can't get behind the energy, attitude and enthusiasm here you probably need to stick to Steely Dan and ironing your underpants.

It doesn't have great musical proficiency, but what do you expect from a 15-minute punk album? It's not at all bad.