supersoul

Dear sunflower (or dear, as you prefer), no one here is saying that the Sex Pistols are better than the Velvets, Iggy, or Rollins. But this is a GOD of an album; who gives a fuck if it was them playing and if Sid was pretending? The result is in these tracks that made the REVOLUTION. That's why, for me, the Sex Pistols are even more important than the Ramones. Can you imagine? Just ONE album, and they tore each other apart and threw everything away when they could have raked in money for at least two or three years. The beast was GG Allin? Alright, but he lived too long musically and produced too many albums. The Pistols are PUNK, a quickie and everyone was sent to hell, including the audience on the American tour with Sid displaying a t-shirt featuring two cowboys touching each other's balls, and Rotten screaming, "you cowboys are all fags." Is it a shitty album? Then it's inexplicable that musicians of the caliber of Joe Strummer (because Strummer was a real musician) decide to leave their rock bands singing tunes like "Keys to Your Heart" after hearing them, to jump into the fray. That rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraiiiiit nnnnnnnnnaaaau! dragged out by Rotten has converted and gained more followers than Moses with the tablets of the Ten Commandments. Ask those from the hardcore scene, Keith Morris, Jello Biafra, even Rollins himself where they borrowed their RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAIIIIIT NNNNNNNAAAAAAAU!, what their favorite album is and which one gave them the jolt—just a piece of shit album.

You're right, Gae. I often use this not so much to disparage Wakeman, who is a fantastic keyboardist, but as a simple reaction against those who elevate progressive music as the best rock genre from superior aficionados while those four layabouts from the Sex Pistols are seen as amateur stuff. For me, this is ROCK; Iggy howling about wanting to be a dog on a half-broken recorder, the refrain of "God Save the Queen," sung at the top of your lungs with "no future for you," the trembling attack followed by the explosive burst of "This Gift" from those other four ragtag guys in Mudhoney—not the lively finger pointing with a ball drop made for Catherine of Aragon or the drawn-out smooch made for Anne Boleyn :)

Hi psycho, clearly Drake, Coehn, Jansch, and Martin are from another planet, but this time Yorkston nails some melodies that are hard to get out of your head. Unlike the mentioned artists, who pour their souls into their work, he feels a bit too chilly; on this record, he seems to be accompanied by an ensemble of chamber music perfection. And we all know that perfection doesn't turn you on, right? ;)

perhaps the worst Sabbath album I've ever listened to, with another wrong singer for Iommi, but at least it might save him from yet another farce. A few tracks are salvageable thanks to the usual riff (the opener, for example) amidst the general garbage. Those who loved the real Black Sabbath should stay away.

Thank you for the appreciation and for those interested in listening to the samples of the entire album, you can connect to Domino: When The Haar Rolls In

It's always a pleasure to see so much enthusiasm for the uncle, but the principal instrument alternative to the human voice for him is not the saxophone but the violin, played by Ponty or Sugarcane Harris; it is to this instrument that the mustached one dedicates the most exciting solo performances, among which I particularly enjoy recalling that extraordinary one in 'The Little House I Used To Live In' from "Burnt Weeny Sandwich." The rating for the review? NP. The rating for the album? Zappa isn't to be rated, he's to be loved.

...trip hop...

For me, it deserves a higher rating; more than a group, it’s a project by a multi-instrumentalist singer-songwriter like Stephen Coates (somewhat like what happened with Baby Bird's Stephen Jones) in creating the soundtrack for a book (!) by Glen Duncan. It's clear that it confuses the unprepared listener, facing pop in the style of Bacharach, bossa nova, Brechtian cabaret, Hollywood musicals, jazz, techno swing, chansonnier, and hip hop all at once. It’s the art of doubling and disguise, as seen in the fake names invented as authors of the songs. A great album, and Tuesday Weld was a magnificent blonde, a perpetual crush; I remember her in "Soldato sotto la pioggia" with the great Steve McQueen.

Indeed, one of the things that made the site hateful was the presence of people who wished accidents and ailments with true malice and greed. I don’t believe this is part of the "color" and of this scum, even though they are often tolerated (but why?) by those who have the power to exclude them; I don't think they are missed or even needed. I hope, like the captain, that the "induced" calm period continues. As for mien, his exit 17 (what an ugly number this is) was unfortunate, as was his reaction to lostinspace, but if only there were more users like him, especially if his agitation/disconnection goes away, to put it in odradek terms :)

"Remember, information is not knowledge; knowledge is not wisdom; wisdom is not truth; truth is not beauty; beauty is not love; love is not music; music is the best." FZ