NIN, Bambi Slam, Stabbing Westward, Ministry, etc. He’s on the kinda pop edge of industrial, but very smart about it. Highlight, for me, is “Bleeds”.
It amazes me how much she sound like Stipe in her phrasing – izzat Buck causing that? The lyrics are great, as are the performances (Reiflin is a rock), the production is un-obtrusive and this only only needs a little more of Bloch’s soloing to be a 5. (The core of Kurt, Peter and Scott are on Alejandro Escovedo’s last record – check that out and you’ll see.)
America’s Polly Harvey? Not even close, but sometimes similar.
Compare this, BTW, with Lanegan’s Blues Funeral, as well as QOTSA.
I will probably never really understand classical – I’m just to lazy and hyper and guitar & vocals oriented – but this is beautiful, and relaxing.
4 stars because I am not qualifried to say what’s 5 stars.
Along with the persona the voice, the great and understated band – you listen to him for the words, the poetry, the humor and the world-view.
I mean, at least, I do.
That accent, those guitars, the songs …
I only ever been to N’Awlins once’t – she keeps bringin’ me back, sometimes thru the woods.
Really.
Back when “Almost Cut My Hair” had a literal meaning for me.
Still have it on vinyl, somewhere.
Hadda have it on CD, again.
He’s really, really good, as his his band, but he ain’t Hendrix, SRV or Haynes.
Yet.
This is such a well-arranged, well-written and deceptively simple record,and so impeccably performed, that the comparisons to Petty were inevitable, not just because of Tench.
But man, is this guy a great writer, and singer, and a damn good guitarist, too.
The problem with a cuppla great early records and a undeniable talent that causes a band to progress and delve into new …
Awe, I’m sorry, it just kinda sucks.
Oh yeah, and hold yer tongue …
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It’s OK as back round music, but not enuff of Dr. J’s vocals and I miss his original material, I so loved the last record.
That said, “Mack the Knife” is pretty cool to play for …
The more I hear it, the better I like it and even the religious stuff is sincere enuff not to annoy this agnostic.
Pretty funny at times, also.
Dylan, Cohen, Ferry, Shaver – these guys are still doing some of their best work and have a lot more to say and I love hearin’ it.
So great to re-discover this on CD, and it’s about everything this incarnation recorded, great rhythms and jams and Winwood is a constant delight.
Weird, oriental-influenced avant jazz-pop & space-jams; the live stuff is better’n the studio.
I hate hip-hop. OK, not really, but I loathe rap for the shnizzle G byotch Crystal hedz, y’know? And the crap for the kids.
This, this is genius, dark and dank and dangerous.
It’s only 4 stars because I want more real drums and guitars. Those issues aside, get this if ya wanna hear the American version of Nick Cave Lame comparison, but all reviews are, essentially lame. I mean, read The Book, whatever you consider The Book to be, and then dream about it inna absinthe and opium funk, and then write a review about The Book. Yer review will suck, too.
This absolutely, on the life of all the children whom all the women ever wanted to keep Lanegan away from, doesn’t suck.
I wanna throw a party, invite this guy and Shooter Jennings, have ’em drink shots to figger which is the best modern version of Waylon.
I expect a tie.
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