>>418241 >I don't even know what the fuck he's saying in most of his reviews. Took a quick look at some of his reviews. As professional critics go, he doesn't seem that challenging. What's causing you to bounce off him?
Lou Reed Live: Take No Prisoners [Arista, 1978] Because your humble servant is attacked by name on what is ostensibly a comedy record, some colleagues have rushed in with Don Rickles analogies but the real analogy is Lenny Bruce. Thing is, I don't play my comedy records, not even my real Lenny Bruce ones, as much as I do Rock 'n Roll Animal. There are several Lou Reed concerts I'd love to check out again such as The Palladium 11/6/76 and Bottom Line 5/11/77 but this isn't either of those, I'm sorry. And I'd like to thank Lou for pronouncing my name right. C+
Pyromania [Mercury, 1983] Fuckin' right new heavy metal is different from old heavy metal. The new stuff is about five silly beats faster. And the "new" metal singers all sound free, white, and roughly twenty-one. C
Thriller [Epic, 1982] This is virtually a hits-plus-filler job, but at such a high level it's almost classic anyway, with the three Michael-composed songs on top. "Beat It," in which Eddie Van Halen wends his might in the service of antimacho, is the triumph and the thriller. But while I'm for anything that will get interracial love on the radio, playing buddies with Paul McCartney is Michael's worst idea since "Ben," and I expect to bear more of "Wanna Be Startin' Something" and "Thriller" on the dancefloor than in my living room. A-
Brothers In Arms [Warner Bros., 1985] "Money For Nothing" is a catchy sumbitch, there's no getting around it, and side one moves with a simple generosity not often associated with this studio guitarist's ego trip. We know Mark Knopfler's working class antihero is a thicky because he talks like Randy Newman and uses the same word for homosexuals that old bluesmen used, a word that, by the way, Knopfler has somehow snuck onto the radio with absolutely no static from the PMRC. But it's too late for the old bluesboy to suck us in with his ruminations on the perfidy of woman and the futility of political struggle, and "Money For Nothing" is also a benchmark of pop hypocrisy. I mean, why "See that little faggot with the earring?" Why not "See that little nigger with the spitcurl" instead? Mark? And while we're at it, just how the hell did you get on MTV? By spelling its name right? C
Slippery When Wet [Mercury, 1986] Sure, seven million teenagers could be wrong but their success does carry with it a documentary certainty. What it does prove is that youth rebellion has become so toothless that it can be simulated and marketed. But then who the hell thought youth is dangerous in the current climate anyway? Would you prefer the band market patriotism instead? And are you really immune to "Livin' On A Prayer?" B-
Red Rose Speedway [Apple, 1973] Having decided rock-and-roll was fun, a good enough idea within reason, he then determined that fun consisted not so much of energy and sex and high spirits as it did aimless whimsy and here he finally achieves disaster with that idea. The worst album yet made by a rock-and-roller of the first rank, unless David Crosby counts. D+
Going For The One [Atlantic, 1977] The title cut may be their best song ever, challenging a formula that even apologists are apologizing for by now with cutting hard rock guitar and lyrics in which Jon Anderson casts aspersions on his own "cosmic mind." But even there you wish you could erase Rick Wakeman and elsewhere Steve Howe has almost as little to say. C+
>Contortions frontman James Chance got into a physical confrontation with Christgau during a performance at Artists Space in Soho on May 5, 1978. The incident happened when Chance lept offstage and began attacking a female the long-running Village Voice critic was attending the show with. Christgau responded by counter-attacking Chance. The two scuffled for a few minutes. Christgau maintains that he won the fight. "[Chance] is a pretty small guy," he said afterwards.[9]
>>418275 come on, what did he honestly expect? the no wave scene was just pandering to audience tastes during the era of NYC being a broken down violent shithole and those people just wanted bands that played loudly, badly, and attacked the audience.
At San Quentin [Columbia, 1969] Much weaker than Folsom Prison and Greatest Hits, which is where to start if you're just getting into Cash. Only ten songs, one of which is performed twice. Another was written by Bob Dylan. C+
Short Stories [Elektra, 1973] Harry had a problem. He wanted to write a song about a DJ, kind of a follow-up to "Taxi," just to prove it wasn't a fluke. Harry doesn't meet many real people, so cabbies and DJs provide that touch of social realism. He wanted to set the song in Boise, Idaho, not because he had anything to say about Boise, but because "Idaho" rhymed with "late night talk show." Unfortunately, call letters that far west start with K rather than W, which messed up his rhythm. Akron, Ohio? Wrong rhythm again. Denver, Colorado? Nope. So he called it "WOLD" and hoped no one would notice. Note: this analysis is nowhere near as longwinded as Harry's stories. D+
Unliberated Woman [Signature, 1975] When your jazz-entrepreneur husband buys you Nashville's finest for your 44th birthday, you might be tempted to start thinking unliberation paid itself. C-
Pipes of Peace [Columbia, 1983] I've finally figured out what people mean when they call Paulie pop--they mean he's not rock. But to me pop implies a strict sense of received form whether crafted by the dB's or Billy Joel. McCartney's in his own world entirely, which is the charm of his music. And of course, a reliance on charm has always been his weakness. This is quite pleasant except when Britain's number-one earner preaches against violence as if self-interest wasn't an issue, which is also the only time it comes into firm contact with the great outside. B-
>>418298 >Interviewed by Rolling Stone's Kurd Loder in 1982, Pete Townshend had the following exchange: >Loder: So have you heard Paul McCartney's new album? (Tug of War) >Townshend: It makes you wonder if Paul ever had anything to do with rock-and-roll. No, he didn't. I get the feeling that if Paul and me were to sit down and have a conversation about rock-and-roll we'd be talking about two entirely different things. I know he's got a couple years on me but his tastes seem so backwards in a lot of ways. He thinks for example that Little Richard is essential rock-and-roll while, y'know, I never though he was that important.
>>418308 >>418309 idk i was never too cool on that generation of comedians like Bruce, Carlin, Pryor, etc because it was always like they wanted to be edgy on one hand yet on the other they were still half-stuck in corny Bob Hope sensibilities.
Stand Up [Island, 1969] Ringmaster Ian Anderson has come up with a unique concept that combines the worst of Arthur Brown, Roland Kirk, and your local G.O. blues band. I find his success very depressing. C-
Death Valley '69 [Homestead EP, 1985] Extended single padded out with Lydia Lunch feature plus pieceashit outtake from their current album. Available in stores that stock such arcana. Suck their dicks (or pussy, such as the case may be). D+
No Jacket Required [Atlantic, 1984] For an art rocker turned international pop star of the month, Collins is not nearly as hateable as he might be. In fact he's not hateable at all between his self-deprecating music videos and good taste in business associates (better, say, Philip Bailey than Steve Perry). But it's going to take more than just a stupid love song to win me over. Then factor in the utterly unsurprising lyrics and arrangements and you find yourself wondering just why this is considered a mein of Britpop voices. Because nobody ever wondered what it sounded like unfiltered? C
Behind The Sun [Duck, 1985] Eric Clapton and Phil Collins are two individuals who can count themselves as survivors (Collins and how). Clapton has never been the mediocre singer he's wont to declare himself in retiring moments but his gift only made sense when laid-back was commercial and here he's not retiring, he's looking for work. For a variety of reasons, including current fashion, Collins mixes the drums very high and then induces Clapton to, um, project. Painful and bad. C-
>I urge all of you to get out there and vote for Labour next week. If the Tories win Phil Collins is threatening to move back here from Switzerland and nobody wants that!
The Red Hot Chili Peppers [EMI America, 1984] As minstrelsy goes this is as good as it gets (and minstrelsy it had better be). The reason why it doesn't quite come off as good-natured can be found in this mysterious observation from spokesperson Flea--"Kurtis Blow and Grandmaster Flash have great raps but not the great music to go along with." Coming from a bassist, that's some serious delusion. B-
New Jersey [Mercury, 1988] I must say I admire Jon Jon's transparently pseudo-Springsteenian bid to improve both his platinum count and his artistic reputation at the same time. You could do one of three things. You could sit back and enjoy its giant hooks, identifying with the masses all the while. You could learn to love "Livin' on a Prayer" as I did during nonstop rotation at a community pool. Or you could lose your lunch. Now pass the barf bag this way. C
Trout Mask Replica [Straight, 1969] I find it impossible to give this record an A because it is just too weird. But I'd like to. Very great played at high volume when you're feeling shitty, because you'll never feel as shitty as this record. B+
Led Zeppelin II [Atlantic, 1969] The best of the wah-wah mannerist groups, so dirty they drool on demand. It's true that all the songs sound the same but nobody ever held that against Little Richard. Then again, Robert Plant isn't Little Richard. B
Osmonds [MGM, 1970] The most heartwarming thing to happen to the wonderful world of pop music since Georgia Gibbs recorded "Dance With Me, Henry." Mike Curb strikes again. C