The first of two utterly seismic leaps Talk Talk takes. Not as artistically profound as the records that would follow, but nevertheless proof that the band were capable of making some of the most prolific music of their time
If their debut is Talk Talk doing what all their peers were doing, this is Talk Talk *starting* to really stake it out on their own feet. A lot of the tracks here still rely on rather typical ‘New Waveisms’, but it’s still good fun- of course, the title track is enigmatic of, and early proof of, the idea that Talk Talk would ascend to potentially the most transformative heights any New Wave band would ever reach
Talk Talk sounding like just about any milquetoast New Wave band, sounding juvenile before they’d age by decades in the span of a few short years
After a few albums of furthering experimentation with various degrees of success, Frog are back with a true return to the home-spun quality that made Count Bateman one of the best Alt-Country records of the century thus far. Warm and wacky, the two things Frog should be above anything else if you ask me
A superbly beautiful collection of vintage, at-the-source Vocal Jazz. The best version of Strange Fruit ever recorded is found here, plus other golden oldies too- a voice that never tires, only grows more crimson every year
It’s quite a bit of fun and inoffensive- occasionally even really well-crafted and of the essence Bedroom Pop- but ultimately a tad vapid. Reminds me of Dijon, just less truthfully ‘soulful’
Rougher around the edges than Kite String, but a lot of times it honestly works in the record’s favor. Not as concise as the aforementioned but to some this may be even more authentic
A metal whirlwind- the sound of a manic breakdown spiraling deeper and deeper for an hour. Some of the strongest, most impressive vocal performances of the sub-genre, both before and since- not to mention dynamically kaleidoscopic. The best Sludge Metal record of all time
Like tuning into a radio frequency of a time long since passed- but that’s the thing, right? Back in 1958 when this released, I can’t imagine anybody that heard it thought it sounded ‘old’. I mean, they probably didn’t know what to think, given how little Electronic music even existed as an idea by this point. Reactions probably ranged from mild bemusement, to disgust, to ambivalence- or maybe, for some, sheer fascination at the landscapes this record conjures near ... read more
Likely the Brownest thing there ever was before Boognish could properly gestate just a few years later- it does sound like a shitstorm indeed (they are named aptly hm)
A tremendous improvement over DD’s debut, bringing some absolute earworm firepower with their already palatable sound. It results in some of New Wave’s most immediate- yet still technically savvy- cuts
Incredible opener- incredibly muted remainder, ‘muted’ being one of the last adjectives New Wave should really hold
Some individual moments breeze by a bit too lackadaisically, but overall this is some sublime, slick, and straight-shooting fusion that’s totally in line with contemporaries such as Weather Report
Some highly twinkling and ‘nostalgia’-infused dream pop. Don’t let the language barrier be as such and instead let the beautiful instrumentation wash over you
Even with some strange vocal mixing, this still rounds out Kyuss’ nighttime stoner trilogy very nicely, plus features a top 5 Kyuss cut (El Rodeo)
The moment Kyuss truly enter their own. Sabbathesque In their sound while prioritizing a delectable groove above all else, this is the moment that would first send Kyuss (and Josh Homme) to stoner stardom
Trailblazing in every sense of the word for Electronic Music, but it wears its age so prominently it’s primarily respectable for its legacy as opposed to Its merit
So much passion, clearly- just so, so little to really say. Went in hoping for this to improve on Stick Season but I left wishing I was listening to it instead
It’s in your face energy packed to the brim, bursting to the seams- just lets off the gas so little you’re left feeling a tad nauseous by the end