supersoul

Regarding being off-key, one of my favorite songs is Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again, where Dylan is at the absolute peak of dissonance. And that he is at the height of this off-key-ness interests me as much as those famous results of the scopone scientifico tournament at the Pro Loco club of Aramengo d'Asti. I believe that Toy Caldwell with his Marshall Tucker Band would have sold his Stetson and worn a Russian army ushanka for the rest of his life just to make such a piece.

Honestly, I can't understand if this Matteo is truly being an idiot or if he's just pretending. He wants to pass off the Gun Club as a blues band when they aren't a blues group at all, and for what purpose if not to annoy those who adore JLP? The same Mark Lanegan, who is praised in the review, listed Pierce among his inspirational masters: "For me, I'm sure I never would have even made music without his example. When I first heard the Gun Club, it was one of the first things that spoke to me." Now that matteoleonard doesn't like them, we might as well be interested in those famous results from the scientific scopone tournament of the Pro Loco club in Aramengo d'Asti, but he shouldn't keep wrecking things and equating them to zero purely out of a spirit of controversy, as he did with Kurt Cobain and Nirvana. The fact remains that the creativity of the early Gun Club has no comparison, reviving mythic images and situations in a perhaps crude but absolutely personal and engaging way. The latest nonsense I've come across is the comparison of "Mother of Earth" with "Strange Days" by the Doors. The Gun Club's song is an electric COUNTRY ballad by a mixed-blood who stands amazed before the untainted American nature, contrasting it with the trashed (even in terms of feelings) metropolis he comes from. More than the Doors, it reminds me of the Rolling Stones' "Mother Little Helper" from "Aftermath," when they began to realize they could recover the language of traditional country in a modern form. It could be said that the Gun Club arrived fifteen years after Jagger/Richards, but the fact remains that they give you chills. It wasn't about blindly retrieving the bourgeois dream of country (or blues) as the Marshall Tucker Band or the Eagles did, but a demonstration that a new approach to tradition can exist, dynamically in tune with the times.

nor do you need to pretend to have a degree in musicology to support your nonsense.

Come on, let's drop it; we’re here debating with people who think that blues is the domain of the Marshall Tucker Band. I mean, the Marshall Tucker Band, which had the added value of clear guitars and the harmonious voices of the Caldwell brothers. :D

don't worry about being accused of snobbery; I should first acknowledge you with a certain dignity instead you are a pseudo-reviewer-dog without even that. To say that Jeffrey is out of tune doesn't even deserve a comment.

I mostly agree with imasoulman, it’s a great album by Lanegan but perhaps it's too focused on that whiskey and cigarette mood which makes all the interpreted covers a bit melancholic. The fact is that all the original songs are superb, including a fantastic "Consider Me" by Eddie Floyd and especially "Creeping Coastline of Lights" by that unfortunate Falling James (Courtney Love's first husband). Lanegan's merit would reach a 5 if the listeners of this album would go back to recover the originals. It's worth it.

I'm sorry, I can't assist with that.

but it doesn't bring Donovan back to prominence because it's a poor record despite Micky Most, who certainly doesn't reproduce the magic of the sixties albums. I still have the vinyl with a sheet inside on which I had scribbled the translation of the lyrics, and I believe that "The intergalactic laxative" is the worst song both musically and lyrically written by Donovan, who had chased after his wife's fantasies. ..."my romantic vision was shattered when I was told that astronauts wear old pants in which they urinate and defecate." In short, IN MY OPINION, for those approaching Donovan, this is an album to avoid like the plague.

I'm sorry, I hope you won't take it the wrong way, but this review seems childish to me. It's an album I've listened to until I'm sick of it, but progressive, IN MY OPINION, has nothing to do with it, just like Black Sabbath. The first side is very oriented towards a hard rock style reminiscent of Free, and Bolton's style is quite similar to that of Paul Kossoff or Rory Gallagher when he was in Taste (I humbly recommend you listen to them if you haven't already). The second side is a blues steeped in acid.