Reviews by wotanmjolnir

Pretty much peak Acca Dacca - dirty, bluesy rock, with a surprisingly funky (and a bit rapey), almost Zeppelinesque turn on Love Hungry Man.

It’s not complicated, or sophisticated, but it gets right inside you and makes you nod your head. Rock and roll ain’t noise pollution, rock and roll ain’t gonna die!

This is horrible. It’s like being in a hotel bar for after work drinks at a job you hate, and there’s some wannabe noodling away in the corner as you choke down your warm, watery pint of Carling. Absolute shite.

And I haven’t even mentioned the rapping. Jesus christ.

This is perfectly ok early 2000s British indie, but it’s nothing special, and I’m not sure it should be here.

A proper eclectic album, this - in turns rock, psychedelia, blues, jazz, lounge, a smattering of Vaudeville, and even a bit of funk thrown in. As such it’s an uneven listen, but none of it is bad - although the inconsistency makes it a bit hard to get a hold of. It’s fine.

There is only about half of this available on Spotify, which is actually a bit of a shame as, despite being a genre I generally don’t like, this is enough of a mosh-mash of others that I do that I quite enjoyed it. I couldn’t identify a single song from it aside from the single, but it was ok.

I’m sure somebody called Mike Ladd should be running an artisan butcher’s shop somewhere in Lincolnshire. It would be preferable to him recording this woeful shite.

Really good poppy post-punk album, with a decent sense of humour.

Repetitive synth lines with daft stream of consciousness bollocks spoken over the top. Plop.

As a kid, one of the staple tapes my parents had in the car was Eagles Live - and the first half of this album is basically the first half of that album, so there are good memories associated with it. Plus, Hotel California is obviously a worldy, and Life In The Fast Lane and Wasted Time are great, too. The rest though, well it’s all a bit Eagles-y, isn’t it? It’s not bad, but it is very dad, and it sort of brings the album down in the seconfld half. This is an easy, and high, 3, I’m just not sure it reaches a 4.

Fuck it, I think I’m just applying some unreasonable Eagles hate to the score - it’s a 4, and good value for it.

Being British, I have never listened to a Grateful Dead album before. It’s ok, reasonably good gentle folky country rock, nothing offensive and nothing outstanding. I suspect colossal amounts of mind altering substances would help with the enjoyment but, like I say, I’m British.

This is so dreary, nothing interesting at all.

Really dated racial stereotyping and songs about child sexual exploitation. Sounds about right.

Other than that, the music is solid enough, and Rod Stewart’s voice, whilst unusual, is highly distinctive, emotional, and bang on the note. I can’t love it, though, but I don’t hate it (even including songs about Shanghai Lil, the slit-eyed lady who didn’t advocate for birth control. Jesus).

This is like the incidental music for either a blaxploitation police procedural, a 60s light entertainment set in a busy office and the main character is a kooky 20-year-old girl in the big city, or a soap opera set in a Malibu country club.

So self-indulgent, massively over-long and, worst of all, uninteresting. I didn’t think anyone could love the smell of their own farts more than Deep Purple, but I had never heard Chicago before.

There’s probably one reason why 90% of people have heard of Hanoi Rocks, and it’s got nothing to do with the music. That’s a shame, as this is pretty good glammy hair metal, and it pings along nicely.

RIP Razzle - you deserve better than being a side note in the life story of the porridge-filled condom that is Vince Neil.

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I like prog, but I prefer when it leans towards the rock end of the spectrum rather than the jazz end, and opening track is a little bit too jazzy for me. The rest of the album balances it out, and overall it’s ok, but I’m not likely to pull it out again.

There’s nothing bad, but nothing great either. Plenty of good enough, and I enjoyed it, but it’s nowhere near the best Springsteen album in my opinion. It’s a very high 3, but still a 3.

This is ok - it has the sharpness of Alex Turner’s wordplay, and some quirky mariachi-like musical themes, but it still feels a little lightweight. Not bad, not exciting.

My second-favourite of the Big Four thrash acts. Very brutal, breakneck break-beats, super-shreddy solos and Tom Araya screaming. Its not going to be a lot of people’s cup of tea, but it works for me.

This is just horrible, really. Great voice, but such insipid song choices. There are a couple of tracks that are ok (Season of Hollow Soul and Outside Myself), but otherwise it’s just bad.

I really enjoyed this - good quality glam rock, done well.