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On this album Jim Croce talks like one of those cartoony southern comic book figures. It's such fun to have an album told from an exaggerated perspective like this - especially such a swinging piece of jiggity such as this. With his neutral pitched, southern dipped voice Jim guides us like a fun radio booth operator - boosting the same confidence and charm from minute one to the last song. Soft of heart and rough in style, You Don't Mess around with Jim is a definitive album for his personality ... read more
How could I only glance over a title such as Pussy Whipped... from Bikini Kill, which contains one of the most futile forms of punk I've ever witnessed. It packs spice, but it deliberately seems to lack punch for me as a counterbalance. They're bordering being too damn busy to do so, it's just a jam session in which barely anyone ever perfects their harmonious desires to really sell themselves. It's one of these products of the 90s which promotes sarcasm in the coat of a typical rebellious ... read more
6 Feet beneath the moon is tied to a chain of soulful passion and hollow soundscapes that prescribe a loneliness the album maybe doesn't require, or deserve. I oddly used the word soulful with a voice that has so little of a usual "soul-genre" voice, King Krule (only 19 at the time) has a holy unique voice that is that of an aging slumlord with a crooked drawl that is as Brittish as they come, it really is a sound to behold. There is a very pleasing aesthetic to his rock steady ... read more
I proudly declare this as my personal (although for me it should be as objective as subjective) the best Jazz album of all time - no thing will ever top or cap it. No words are spoken, but from minute one we are seduced by a charm that is nothing but ominous - it's about the thrill of a bad influence. It excudes the idea of an album that ties a cinder block to your feet and drops you in the ocean - because for what it's worth, the bottom of the ocean may reveal your most inner desires? The ... read more
What a magnet for softcore punks in the mid 70s, it feels painfully tame and stale by the standards of today. It opens with a pranking Beatles-esque openers but soon reveals itself as a "wild" and "rad" album which feels like a second cop out to the standards of today. It is not the playful kind of early punk that The Ramones were so good at, it is a shallow and mild exploration of the Hard Rock genre that has just enough personality to sustain itself but far too little ... read more
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P.S. No album ever can get a 100, at least not yet.
P.S. No album ever can get a 100, at least not yet.
Rating Distribution
100
90-99
23
80-89
28
70-79
38
60-69
11
50-59
5
40-49
2
30-39
1
20-29
1
10-19
1
0-9
1
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