Yep — polar atmospheric research for four months. A physics major with a thesis focus on aeronomy.
A singer that loves to roll his ‘r’s, saxophone that sounds like a wheezing iron lung, dungarees and silly hats, total *^#% of a front man…
How I’ve missed listening to such talent from the home of metal!
Everything that I hated about music when it was ‘fashionable’ at the time. I think it is possible to dislike it even more now.
There are two positives: the intro radio sequence has some Deep Purple; and it’s another song for the list of songs that contain the name of the album but isn’t named after the album.
Solid 1/10 only because we can’t give nil points
Scarred youth knows no limits, I’ll take the dungaree comment back!The sax comment made me laugh and I'll be having my own rant about the perils of trying to invent post punk soul; but I think in fairness to them the despicable dungaree look didn't come till the next album.
You should definitely try his solo album My Beauty, you'll love it ! ;-)
To be fair the dungarees came later, with the Come On Eileen stuff.A singer that loves to roll his ‘r’s, saxophone that sounds like a wheezing iron lung, dungarees and silly hats, total *^#% of a front man…
How I’ve missed listening to such talent from the home of metal!
Everything that I hated about music when it was ‘fashionable’ at the time. I think it is possible to dislike it even more now.
There are two positives: the intro radio sequence has some Deep Purple; and it’s another song for the list of songs that contain the name of the album but isn’t named after the album.
Solid 1/10 only because we can’t give nil points
Correct. No night until August 25. No sun starting October 25! Crazy.I don't know my thermosphere from my mesosphere but I do know that four months means they'll be there for at least some of the full polar night I think? Very very cool and a hell of a contrast to home!
There can’t actually be a record nor artist worse than that Sleep Token thing, but you make a pretty good case for it.A singer that loves to roll his ‘r’s, saxophone that sounds like a wheezing iron lung, dungarees and silly hats, total *^#% of a front man…
How I’ve missed listening to such talent from the home of metal!
Everything that I hated about music when it was ‘fashionable’ at the time. I think it is possible to dislike it even more now.
There are two positives: the intro radio sequence has some Deep Purple; and it’s another song for the list of songs that contain the name of the album but isn’t named after the album.
Solid 1/10 only because we can’t give nil points
Edit: I am reliably informed that the dungaree and silly hat era came after this album - tricky to believe it got worse after this lol
I believe a few music critics at the time said something similar.So I'll simply say...
I like this a lot more than most here do, partly because for me it's one of those occasional records where it's limitations make it more rather than less likeable.
8/10
I believe a few music critics at the time said something similar.
All of them — and you — are wrong.
:)
I’ve often said that I don’t care about vocalists and whether or not they can sing — it’s the music that matters.
Kevin Rowland — who sounds like a goose being strangled with barbed wire — might prove the exception to my rule.
Speaking of music, however horrible this turns out, at least “Come on Eileen” — along with UB40’s version of “Red Red Wine”, my least favo(u)rite hit song of all time — isn’t on this.
I understand that pasty-faced white English gimps attempting to make soul music — or even utilizing the word “soul” to describe said attempts — have failed nearly all (if not all) of the time. I also know that whatever you want to describe this record as classification-wise, it doesn’t sound very good. Three notes on a guitar is one thing — three notes on five saxes quite another. Is the argument that if The Ramones can do it on a 6- and 4-string, these guys can do it on horns?It's quintessentially English you wouldn't understand ;-)
Anyway, wait till you hear my theory on how in an only slightly altered reality this week's pick could have been one of the greatest records ever made!
I understand that pasty-faced white English gimps attempting to make soul music — or even utilizing the word “soul” to describe said attempts — have failed nearly all (if not all) of the time. I also know that whatever you want to describe this record as classification-wise, it doesn’t sound very good. Three notes on a guitar is one thing — three notes on five saxes quite another. Is the argument that if The Ramones can do it on a 6- and 4-string, these guys can do it on horns?
Compared to this, The Style Council is fucking Otis Redding.
I will look forward to this. Given that I am currently staring at (near) the precise spot where he and Steve Cropper wrote “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay”, you’d better make it a good argument . . . :)The slightly altered reality I refer to does indeed involve Otis Redding.
I understand that pasty-faced white English gimps attempting to make soul music — or even utilizing the word “soul” to describe said attempts — have failed nearly all (if not all) of the time. I also know that whatever you want to describe this record as classification-wise, it doesn’t sound very good. Three notes on a guitar is one thing — three notes on five saxes quite another. Is the argument that if The Ramones can do it on a 6- and 4-string, these guys can do it on horns?
Compared to this, The Style Council is fucking Otis Redding.
There are plenty of very good British soul artists. Unfortunately Dexi's are not one of them.I understand that pasty-faced white English gimps attempting to make soul music — or even utilizing the word “soul” to describe said attempts — have failed nearly all (if not all) of the time. I also know that whatever you want to describe this record as classification-wise, it doesn’t sound very good. Three notes on a guitar is one thing — three notes on five saxes quite another. Is the argument that if The Ramones can do it on a 6- and 4-string, these guys can do it on horns?
Compared to this, The Style Council is fucking Otis Redding.
Ok done. Go. I’m all ears :)If we expand the terminology to British, I shall come along and disagree with you.