‘Crashing’ is right- though I wouldn’t call this Converge’s heaviest, it nevertheless is unafraid to knock you flat on your ass with its relentlessness. Comparatively maybe a bit messy compared to just how sharp Converge would refine their blade from here, but the band’s signature style was pretty much locked in here either way
Feeling like a near-perfect bridge between modern pop and eclectic electro-nostalgia a la OwlCity and the like, Heap’s Speak for Yourself delivers earworm pop banger after banger, while featuring production that’s daring on every corner. Stunning
Punk Rock had already gone through its major commercial upbringing as well as artistic beatdown with London Calling, leaving this record feeling like a throwback. A fun one though
Starts out with easily Motörhead’s best and most anthemic moment, before slowly getting worse and worse as the album progresses. Jailbait is, well, the scourge of the record’s existence- but honestly, the other tracks around it are shockingly nearly as bad. Could’ve been a classic project but has just too many total duds
A star-studded step-up from the rabble-rousers' rough-n-tumble debut. Though it may start with the record's best cut and doesn't *quite* hit the same peak again, the record is still astoundingly heavy for the average metal palette of the period. The production still feels decidedly 'rough', but in a way that actually lends credence to the band's direction unlike their debut
Splendidly beautiful. The piano is far from Mingus’ ‘primary instrument’, which can actually be relatively easily heard by listening closely for the occasional flubbed note, a happenstance which you’d be hard-pressed to find on any of Mingus’ more ‘accomplished’ choice of instruments. However, this doesn’t result in a set of pieces of ever consider ‘shoddy’- far from it. This set of piano ballads and reflections sits quietly as one of ... read more
Though it’s far from Mingus’ last stand, this record (which I like to refer to as ‘Pentamingus’) does feel like the end of an era of sorts for his discography- specifically the frenetic avant-garde jazz that defined him to this point. Yet another unimpeachable set of timeless jazz
Mingus’ grand voyage into Latin-Jazz. Tijuana Moods, as the text at the cover’s top states, is unique in Mingus’ discography as it’s intended to evoke very specific imagery, that being of a rambunctious stay in ‘Mexico’s border town’. Mission accomplished. Tracks like Dizzy Moods, Ysabel’s Table Dance, and Los Mariachis are some of the most vivid in Mingus’ entire discography
One of the weaker Mingus offerings to this point, as none of the four compositions here feel essential. That said- still strokes of brilliance to be found, for sure
The cover and general presentation of this one may have you thinking this is an off-kilter Mingus project, but there's still gold to be found here. The opener is among Mingus' best 60s-starts, and tracks like Things Ain't What They Used to Be are terribly underrated among his larger canon. Definitely a record that may be somewhat 'forgettable' among his best works, but still has more than enough pieces of quality to make it worth your Mingus-must-haves if you ask me
One of Mingus' most joyously ecstatic offerings- a bold statement referring to one of Jazz's most consistently 'boisterous' auteurs, but just listen to this rendition of Moanin' or that closer and you'll see what I mean. A deceptively simple release that is absolutely anything but
Entitled The Clown, but there’s nothing funny at all about how well-composed this is. A perfect blend of riveting Avant-Garde and incredibly smooth, approachable jazz- all traits that can be applied to a majority of Mingus’ works, though something about The Clown feels particularly swinging in a palpable way
Assuredly one of jazz’s earliest avant-garde colossuses. Even before entering the 60s, Mingus was blowing minds with mid-50s warblers such as this. Sure, the edges may end up more smoothed out on future works- but the ‘Mingus Spirit’, AKA ‘Melt-Your-Mind Jazz’ was in full swing already here
It's pleasant enough- to the point that it can fill just about any space as a perfectly suitable wallpaper. But, man- wallpaper is such a pain to deal with
At times feels like teetering toward some really competent technique and instrumentation, a la some of Megadeth’s prior works. And then you hear the intro to a song like Sweating Bullets and you remember that the band peaked unequivocally with Rust In Peace (what a peak it was, too)
An incredibly awkward slump between Megadeth’s two classic records, simply put
Though Mustaine’s vocals still very much sound like they’re going through a ‘growing pains’ period (that doesn’t ever really go away in Megadeth’s discography, funnily enough), the instrumentation and general songwriting here is a very apparent several leagues above the band’s debut. Tracks like Peace Sells, Good Mourning/Black Friday, and Bad Omen are rippers