El Guevo

Well, in the second one, the group was definitely more united and in sync; in fact, it’s certainly better than the debut. Anyway, it’s clear that the most prolific was Erickson. Slip Inside is credited to Hall-Erickson, but following the melody and the lyrics, I lean more towards Erickson.

Absolute masterpiece, visionary, dreamlike, psychedelic.

A great film by Spike Lee, probably his best along with Summer of Sam. The wound of New York, the wound of Monty, the essence of the film lies in the dog that Monty saves at the beginning, a battered dog to which he gives another chance. Lee is a very political director, but this film is more of a spiritual journey, a search for redemption... the last car trip Monty takes with his father to prison represents the impossibility of redemption, it is the illusion, it is the broken dream, it is the 25th hour, the hour that doesn't exist, that isn't there.

Roky certainly cannot respond, but fortunately, there are the songs that show the exact opposite of what Hall claims. In fact, beyond the famous opening track, there are Splash #1 and Don't Fall Down, which are even old compositions of Erickson's from his first group, The Spades. Hall is only right about one thing: he was the founder of the 13th Floor Elevators, but it must be acknowledged that they made the leap in quality only after Roky joined, with his guitar, his voice, and especially his compositions.

This album drives me crazy.

Nice review, but Lennon’s drinking buddy, his partner in drunken escapades, wasn't Keith Moon but Harry Nilsson, with whom he also made a great album during that lost weekend.

Shane has resumed giving concerts after reuniting with the Pogues this year, and all the Pogues' albums have been reissued and remastered with the addition of valuable bonuses... it's truly a pleasure to listen again to legendary albums like Rum, Sodomy & Lash, If I Should Fall From Grace With God (just to name two from the perfect quintet). The booklets are also beautiful, featuring special introductions by Jim Jarmusch and a tribute poem by Tom Waits for MacGowan's art.

The fruit of the collaboration between Cave and MacGowan was gathered in an EP that, in addition to the alcoholic version of What A Wonderful World, featured Shane singing Cave's Lucy and the latter performing Shane's beautiful Rainy Night In Soho from his Pogues period. The latter can be found in Cave's latest triple compilation.

How strange, no one has ever wanted to comment on this review and this splendid album. I obviously don’t like the review because it treats the album with a lot of superficiality; just take the example of "Jo Jo Jacket," which is not at all as it is described, but rather a beautiful, ironic, and witty tribute to a film legend like Yul Brinner, with a beautiful quote at the end of one of Dylan's most famous songs. Then there's an excessive nostalgia for Pavement, underestimating Malkmus's importance in that group (which is a very serious oversight, considering that Malkmus and Pavement are the same thing).