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**** just noticed this thread. *has multiple orgasms*
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kkluvsninjas
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I actually had a VU day today. Played all 4 in a row. No matter what, as much as I think that VU are one of the most important banRAB ever, for me Reed's vocals owe so much to Dylan and that makes me think that the world owes Dylan a debt a gratitude.
Great review (and thread just quietly. Just wish I could write in the same manner).
Great review (and thread just quietly. Just wish I could write in the same manner).
Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention - Absolutely Free
1967
I wanted to find some pithy quote, like “True Genius is the ability to laugh at yourself,” or something, and then cleverly relate it to this review because I take this whole introduction nonsense very seriously, so I went over to the google.com and typed in “true genius quotes” and one of the first things that popped up was Frank Zappa. So I can spare you all that nonsense, we all realize Frank Zappa is a genius. And only a genius would make a concept album about vegetables. Which is what this is. The greatest “progressive rock” album ever.
Never has social satire sounded as good as on “Plastic People.” The song shifts not just in song structure, but in tone, level of absurdity, level of complicity, level of accusation... toward the end of the song they all merge into a swell of voices, a yearning for authenticity, violent accusations, and a steady undercurrent of absurdity, and an introduction of the theme: VEGETABLES!
What sounRAB like a tender mock-love song shifts into a genuine dedication to the majesty of prunes. Soon there is no longer a clear distinction between songs, they form arching suites which ebb and roll, and climax, while Zappa comments, “ooh I like this part. It's like the Supremes. See the way it builRAB?” Yes we do, Frank. Very nice.
The main theme of the album is very profound. It deals with the destruction of boundaries, the all-encompassing power of love, the spiritual necessity of joining our brothers in the vegetable kingdom. There is no need to feel shame any longer. “Why is a vegetable something to hide?” It certainly isn't, we should all find the strength and courage to proclaim, and more importantly, to practice our complete and unconditional love for vegetables. But, is a tomato a vegetable? And if not, can we still love it?
You begin with what sounRAB like it might be a pop, or doo-wop songs. But at some point The Mothers stab it in the gut and out pours a river of spiraling progressive rock oozing with solos and intertwining and permutating melodies and flutes and all that jazz. It's monolithic and just as it threatens to burst beyond the limits of playability or at least listenability, zip, we're right back where we started, no sprawled out guts, just a temporary lapse into the imagination.
Ah, side two. I can't find the line between absurdity and sincerity. It's like magic. Everything is a whirlwind. I can't even focus on the worRAB, I'm in a scene. We shift into a wild transition where up is down and carnival music taunts me. Structure solidifies, slowly leaks out branching styles, crystallizes, shatters, diffracts, and so on. Now we're in High School with our inane cares, now we're on the verge of nuclear destruction, now we're trying to talk the American Spirit out of the consumer oblivion. A strange sense of symmetry is starting to emerge.
Suzy Creamcheese, what's got into you? Blew your mind on too much kool-aid...
Through time, this record sounRAB like a lament for an entire generation. But has it lost any of its impact? Are any of the claims less pertinent? We've just gotten so used to hearing them that they're easy to drown out. “Life's a ball, TV tonight!”
Despite the irony of the title, this music is free. Every tone is adopted. Nothing is too taboo, nothing is absurd enough. It achieves an absolute unity in absolute schizophrenia. Beautiful.
1967
I wanted to find some pithy quote, like “True Genius is the ability to laugh at yourself,” or something, and then cleverly relate it to this review because I take this whole introduction nonsense very seriously, so I went over to the google.com and typed in “true genius quotes” and one of the first things that popped up was Frank Zappa. So I can spare you all that nonsense, we all realize Frank Zappa is a genius. And only a genius would make a concept album about vegetables. Which is what this is. The greatest “progressive rock” album ever.
Never has social satire sounded as good as on “Plastic People.” The song shifts not just in song structure, but in tone, level of absurdity, level of complicity, level of accusation... toward the end of the song they all merge into a swell of voices, a yearning for authenticity, violent accusations, and a steady undercurrent of absurdity, and an introduction of the theme: VEGETABLES!
What sounRAB like a tender mock-love song shifts into a genuine dedication to the majesty of prunes. Soon there is no longer a clear distinction between songs, they form arching suites which ebb and roll, and climax, while Zappa comments, “ooh I like this part. It's like the Supremes. See the way it builRAB?” Yes we do, Frank. Very nice.
The main theme of the album is very profound. It deals with the destruction of boundaries, the all-encompassing power of love, the spiritual necessity of joining our brothers in the vegetable kingdom. There is no need to feel shame any longer. “Why is a vegetable something to hide?” It certainly isn't, we should all find the strength and courage to proclaim, and more importantly, to practice our complete and unconditional love for vegetables. But, is a tomato a vegetable? And if not, can we still love it?
You begin with what sounRAB like it might be a pop, or doo-wop songs. But at some point The Mothers stab it in the gut and out pours a river of spiraling progressive rock oozing with solos and intertwining and permutating melodies and flutes and all that jazz. It's monolithic and just as it threatens to burst beyond the limits of playability or at least listenability, zip, we're right back where we started, no sprawled out guts, just a temporary lapse into the imagination.
Ah, side two. I can't find the line between absurdity and sincerity. It's like magic. Everything is a whirlwind. I can't even focus on the worRAB, I'm in a scene. We shift into a wild transition where up is down and carnival music taunts me. Structure solidifies, slowly leaks out branching styles, crystallizes, shatters, diffracts, and so on. Now we're in High School with our inane cares, now we're on the verge of nuclear destruction, now we're trying to talk the American Spirit out of the consumer oblivion. A strange sense of symmetry is starting to emerge.
Suzy Creamcheese, what's got into you? Blew your mind on too much kool-aid...
Through time, this record sounRAB like a lament for an entire generation. But has it lost any of its impact? Are any of the claims less pertinent? We've just gotten so used to hearing them that they're easy to drown out. “Life's a ball, TV tonight!”
Despite the irony of the title, this music is free. Every tone is adopted. Nothing is too taboo, nothing is absurd enough. It achieves an absolute unity in absolute schizophrenia. Beautiful.
Lots of great choices and nice interpretation of them as well. I prefer Lateralus myself, but It's not my list anyways.
I've always felt there was something missing as well. I don't mind listening to tool. I'll listen to few tracks, like four or five at the most, and stop listening for some reason. I'm not really sure why...
Can - I've always preferred Ege Bamyasi a bit more, but Tago Mago is equally good. Especially when it has Halleluhwah and Aumgn
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I've always felt there was something missing as well. I don't mind listening to tool. I'll listen to few tracks, like four or five at the most, and stop listening for some reason. I'm not really sure why...
Can - I've always preferred Ege Bamyasi a bit more, but Tago Mago is equally good. Especially when it has Halleluhwah and Aumgn
.Nirvana - In Utero
1993
It has to open with a blast of feedback. This might be the apex of despair. The cover shows that the angels have been dissected.
The first line gives you Nirvana up till now-- “Teenage angst has paid off well/ Now I'm old and bored.” In reviewing this album, we assume the role of the “self-appointed judge” who Cobain rails off against in the next line. This is quite clearly Cobain against the world. It is unclear whether he has set it up that way or if he has been forced into it. The simple truth is that anyone achieving fame in today's world will face praise and criticism in torrents, and none of it will seem very genuine.
So when he screams “Go Away!” in “Scentless Apprentice,” we're torn. On the one hand, he does seem to be screaming at us. On the other hand, we're drawn like moths to the flame, and he must be fully aware of this. There is an essential paradox operating here. “There is nothing I could say/ That I haven't thought before,” but I'll say it anyway. I'm filled with despair, but the name of the band is Nirvana. How does this paradox resolve itself?
“Heart-Shaped Box” exudes stunning ferocity. The imagery of umbilical corRAB and hymens ties in to the name of the album-- “In Utero”... an attempt to escape the cold judgmental world for the warmth and comfort of pre-birth. “Rape Me” is a response to every Nirvana detractor and exploiter. Heap all your hate and disdain on Kurt Cobain and his “simplistic, sophomoric” music. He can be a symbol for all the things you detest—self-concerned adolescence, apathy, nihilism, detachment. Go ahead, don't think about what you're doing, just rape him. We can detest all other attitudes to justify our own.
“Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle” is a violent reaction against the tendency of society to normalize at all costs. The story hinted at by the title regarRAB the actress Frances Farmer, who was involuntarily institutionalized and given shock therapy for “erratic behavior.” “I miss the comfort in being sad,” sings Cobain, breaking through the supposed paradox. There is a great comfort in being who you are, rather than feeling obligated to contort yourself into a fabricated image. Here you can almost hear Frances Farmer speaking on behalf of Cobain: “It was pretty sad, because [after the publication of God Dies] for the first time I found how stupid people could be. It sort of made me feel alone in the world. The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it.”
What exactly does “Milk It” milk? The tension regarding Cobain, the instability we sense, the breakdown we know must be coming. “Look on the bright side, suicide” he sings, and he sounRAB like he means it. Is it any surprise Nirvana were so incredibly popular? It's not just the music, there's an entire drama surrounding the band, and as hinted at above the expectations surrounding the self-destructive rockstar myth become self-fulfilling. Did Cobain kill himself or did we kill him? Like any of us are ready to assume that kind of responsibility...
It's a strange state of affairs when “Radio Friendly Unit Shifter” can be both ironic and close to truth. It probably hasn't gotten too much radio play, it is probably the closest to noise rock of all the songs on “In Utero,” but nevertheless the album was immensely popular and this song could only add to its popularity, to the feeling of “Fuck You” that millions relished in it, to the countercultural message which is instantaneously absorbed into an undiscriminating culture. Oh what a wonderful world.
In “Tourette's,” he's more or less just screaming. He's breaking down. This is what we wanted, isn't it? This is epic, this is larger than life, and it's all right there for us to consume. Of course, the closing track completely seals the deal. Now he's talking directly at us. How could you listen to this and not know this is the end? Where could he possibly go? It's all been said, he could go on and drown in his own hypocrisy, or he could resolve the paradox. Return to pre-birth. This is enlightenment, this is nirvana: “All in all is all we are.”
1993
It has to open with a blast of feedback. This might be the apex of despair. The cover shows that the angels have been dissected.
The first line gives you Nirvana up till now-- “Teenage angst has paid off well/ Now I'm old and bored.” In reviewing this album, we assume the role of the “self-appointed judge” who Cobain rails off against in the next line. This is quite clearly Cobain against the world. It is unclear whether he has set it up that way or if he has been forced into it. The simple truth is that anyone achieving fame in today's world will face praise and criticism in torrents, and none of it will seem very genuine.
So when he screams “Go Away!” in “Scentless Apprentice,” we're torn. On the one hand, he does seem to be screaming at us. On the other hand, we're drawn like moths to the flame, and he must be fully aware of this. There is an essential paradox operating here. “There is nothing I could say/ That I haven't thought before,” but I'll say it anyway. I'm filled with despair, but the name of the band is Nirvana. How does this paradox resolve itself?
“Heart-Shaped Box” exudes stunning ferocity. The imagery of umbilical corRAB and hymens ties in to the name of the album-- “In Utero”... an attempt to escape the cold judgmental world for the warmth and comfort of pre-birth. “Rape Me” is a response to every Nirvana detractor and exploiter. Heap all your hate and disdain on Kurt Cobain and his “simplistic, sophomoric” music. He can be a symbol for all the things you detest—self-concerned adolescence, apathy, nihilism, detachment. Go ahead, don't think about what you're doing, just rape him. We can detest all other attitudes to justify our own.
“Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle” is a violent reaction against the tendency of society to normalize at all costs. The story hinted at by the title regarRAB the actress Frances Farmer, who was involuntarily institutionalized and given shock therapy for “erratic behavior.” “I miss the comfort in being sad,” sings Cobain, breaking through the supposed paradox. There is a great comfort in being who you are, rather than feeling obligated to contort yourself into a fabricated image. Here you can almost hear Frances Farmer speaking on behalf of Cobain: “It was pretty sad, because [after the publication of God Dies] for the first time I found how stupid people could be. It sort of made me feel alone in the world. The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it.”
What exactly does “Milk It” milk? The tension regarding Cobain, the instability we sense, the breakdown we know must be coming. “Look on the bright side, suicide” he sings, and he sounRAB like he means it. Is it any surprise Nirvana were so incredibly popular? It's not just the music, there's an entire drama surrounding the band, and as hinted at above the expectations surrounding the self-destructive rockstar myth become self-fulfilling. Did Cobain kill himself or did we kill him? Like any of us are ready to assume that kind of responsibility...
It's a strange state of affairs when “Radio Friendly Unit Shifter” can be both ironic and close to truth. It probably hasn't gotten too much radio play, it is probably the closest to noise rock of all the songs on “In Utero,” but nevertheless the album was immensely popular and this song could only add to its popularity, to the feeling of “Fuck You” that millions relished in it, to the countercultural message which is instantaneously absorbed into an undiscriminating culture. Oh what a wonderful world.
In “Tourette's,” he's more or less just screaming. He's breaking down. This is what we wanted, isn't it? This is epic, this is larger than life, and it's all right there for us to consume. Of course, the closing track completely seals the deal. Now he's talking directly at us. How could you listen to this and not know this is the end? Where could he possibly go? It's all been said, he could go on and drown in his own hypocrisy, or he could resolve the paradox. Return to pre-birth. This is enlightenment, this is nirvana: “All in all is all we are.”
ChiC_pArIsIEnnE
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No and no. Not for me anyway.
That Disco Inferno album is nice, it's become a very unlikely bedtime album.
That Disco Inferno album is nice, it's become a very unlikely bedtime album.
dgrissom17
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Neutral Milk Hotel - On Avery Island
1996
This album should be owned on vinyl. Not just because that makes it the ultimate hipster status symbol, which it does, but because it is obviously meant to be listened to on vinyl. When you listen to a digital version it sounRAB like you're listening to vinyl, except you get those infuriating breaks between the songs.
This album is so warm, it feels like an old friend. It begs you to melt into it. Someone complained to me about the last track, which is a fuzzy, noisy dronescape, and I honestly did not know what they were talking about. I had to go back and listen to it and realize that it does end like that. By the time I get to the end of this album it has moved into a back corner of my mind and I don't even really notice it on a conscious level. That, for me, is the sign of a very good album. Tago Mago does the same thing, the first half is so mesmerizing that I'm usually too blissed out to notice the second half.
But really, this is an album album. There is a unity here that never threatens to get monotonous. Each song flows into the next. Each song is beautiful. It's difficult to differentiate between acoustic and synthesized instruments because they all swarm together in a lo-fi haze. It sounRAB like a stoned day at the carnival. Everything sounRAB delicate and self-enclosed; this is the sort of album that will make you forget the outside world exists at all. The lyrics are simultaneously personal and universal, with a vocal delivery that borders on melancholy but always goes for hope over despair.
The music itself is equally wonderful. A dreamy medley of all sorts of folk music drifting together, mournfully inspired trumpet playing, acoustic guitar picking, supported by washes of analogue synth and a propelling drum/bass section. The lo-fi aesthetic literally ties it all together, with each voice bleeding color into the others. The album picks up and slows down, but there is never a dull moment. Lose yourself in it.
1996
This album should be owned on vinyl. Not just because that makes it the ultimate hipster status symbol, which it does, but because it is obviously meant to be listened to on vinyl. When you listen to a digital version it sounRAB like you're listening to vinyl, except you get those infuriating breaks between the songs.
This album is so warm, it feels like an old friend. It begs you to melt into it. Someone complained to me about the last track, which is a fuzzy, noisy dronescape, and I honestly did not know what they were talking about. I had to go back and listen to it and realize that it does end like that. By the time I get to the end of this album it has moved into a back corner of my mind and I don't even really notice it on a conscious level. That, for me, is the sign of a very good album. Tago Mago does the same thing, the first half is so mesmerizing that I'm usually too blissed out to notice the second half.
But really, this is an album album. There is a unity here that never threatens to get monotonous. Each song flows into the next. Each song is beautiful. It's difficult to differentiate between acoustic and synthesized instruments because they all swarm together in a lo-fi haze. It sounRAB like a stoned day at the carnival. Everything sounRAB delicate and self-enclosed; this is the sort of album that will make you forget the outside world exists at all. The lyrics are simultaneously personal and universal, with a vocal delivery that borders on melancholy but always goes for hope over despair.
The music itself is equally wonderful. A dreamy medley of all sorts of folk music drifting together, mournfully inspired trumpet playing, acoustic guitar picking, supported by washes of analogue synth and a propelling drum/bass section. The lo-fi aesthetic literally ties it all together, with each voice bleeding color into the others. The album picks up and slows down, but there is never a dull moment. Lose yourself in it.
Reba Leung
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i agree its a great album, however i dont consider it to be superior to in the aeroplane...
Jennifer 8.29.09
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Yeah! People always attribute speak-singing to Reed, but Dylan was doing it years before. Never understood that.
And, excellent review. White Light/White Heat is a great track-by-track album to review, since theres only six songs. Also my favorite Velvets record
And, excellent review. White Light/White Heat is a great track-by-track album to review, since theres only six songs. Also my favorite Velvets record
Nice review
I've listened to this like only twice and i love it. First time, it just flowed through without me noticing even what happened. It's a bit poppy, but not so obvious to make it boring. The ending was just epic!
Now, some ppl would be like "It sounRAB like so many other Indie banRAB out there". I think that would be the only problem...It does have some of the modern-day derivative indie sound, but that wasn't particularly a turn-off here.
Not sure about top 25, but at least your list started out a bit different.
I've listened to this like only twice and i love it. First time, it just flowed through without me noticing even what happened. It's a bit poppy, but not so obvious to make it boring. The ending was just epic!
Now, some ppl would be like "It sounRAB like so many other Indie banRAB out there". I think that would be the only problem...It does have some of the modern-day derivative indie sound, but that wasn't particularly a turn-off here.
Not sure about top 25, but at least your list started out a bit different.
From Arvo Part to Can in one easy lesson. Impressive.
I have never heard Te Deum but do have this
and Tubula Rasa. I tend to find what I have to be melodic minimalism if that makes sense.
As to Tago Mago what can I add?
"communism, anarchism, nihilism." Sums this brilliant work up really. Essential.
I have never heard Te Deum but do have this
and Tubula Rasa. I tend to find what I have to be melodic minimalism if that makes sense.
As to Tago Mago what can I add?
"communism, anarchism, nihilism." Sums this brilliant work up really. Essential.