If you want a good laugh go listen to the Tiny Desk version. The sentiment of this song is canceled out by the worst vocals I've heard in my 18 years on this rock.
When people say you can't play fast with steez, or taste give them purview of this record and they'll gladly walk the plank.
Can you get a better 3 album run than Leviathan, Blood Mountain and Crack The Skye?
If you like mediocre musicians making mediocre music than let me introduce you to the Sex Pistols.
There's like 10 Bowie albums you can interchange as his best, it's just playing favorites, and this just so happens to be my favorite right now.
The first song was dreck and is the 2nd highest rated on the tracklist, I won't even bother carrying on.
All I could imagine listening to this was a shaman divination of some sorts, for whomever lays their eyes on this review, do yourself a favor and give this a listen.
Came in wanting to hate this band as it's a fart sniffers drug of choice but I came out pleasantly surprised.
It took awhile, but I've finally come around to her voice. I always thought she had the pipes for an audiobook narrator. That being said, a lot of this is fringed on by the numbers folk, but the sincerity in her voice definitely heaves this from being an everyday folk record.
People are quick to shit on Mustaine's vocals then proceed to kiss the feet of Black Metal singers or some hogwash like Car Seat Headrest.
Like sunbathing on the beach with a sangria in your hand. What can I say? I'm a sucker for jazz fusion.