Dennis Hall41 said:Whoa, look at that—Dennis Martin6 is showing us his soft side. 😁
You're dead wrong, fascist! 😁 I haven't listened to a single second of any of those suggested albums. Instead, I decided I’m gonna switch up my voting strategy every week—using some kind of ideological fear of categories just to maintain moral objectivity and aesthetic obscurity. This week's theme? Albums with titles that rhyme with "shaking." But there's a self-destruct clause in this little tactic: it's totally useless if someone suggests an old-school rock legend or brings up a classic soul singer during the same week. So, after checking my horoscope, I actually asked my cat who she would vote for. Seriously!
Dennis Hall41 said:Wrong. Culture doesn't exist without fetishism. Whether we're talking about some ancient totem or a vinyl record, culture is built on the physical stuff. That’s why obsessing over music formats is all about variety and how fast they burn out. This whole idea of "consuming" books online? It sounds pathetic.
Yeah, well—fetishism is exactly what landed us here. Maybe it's time to rethink the whole foundation. The answer definitely isn't staring longingly at the rearview mirror; you've gotta be ruthless with the past! 🙂
Dennis Hall41 said:Look, nobody’s saying they aren't dedicated to the culture—I'm just pointing out that it doesn't build your identity the way it did 20, 30, or 40 years ago. Now, it's basically just another item in your weekly grocery haul.
So yeah, everything's exactly the same as it ever was. 😁
A few quick thoughts squeezed in between kneeling before the Virgin Mary of Bistar—just a little thanks for last night's blue miracle:
Frank Turner — listened to this one track about some British guy using a French kiss to seduce a Persian girl. Honestly, just reading that makes me think the guy’s a total creep 🙈
John Prine — the first two tracks are hilarious. Really solid stuff.
Cassandra Jenkins — pretty much the same vibe as Gainsbourg last week. Tasteful, smooth, polite. I can totally see this playing in some Madison Avenue ad agency run by a high-end lover or in an architecture firm where everyone wears nothing but black.
Tears for Fears — perverse, pompous, and pathetic—eventually crossing the line into straight-up parody. It's basically my decadent anthem.
Šarlo — I still stand by my take that this is one of those overhyped "classics" from the American New Wave era. Their best work was definitely on 'Paket Aranžman'.
Dennis Hall41 said:Dennis Martin6, no offense, but is there actually anything you love from the bottom of your heart?
Man, you're such a fanatic! 😁 Of course there is—my pick for this week is something you can only truly feel with your soul. 😁 This one track is pure raw expression—it’s all instinct and body language before any of that rational, discriminatory psychological junk starts cluttering things up. The whole album captures that split second of pure being. I know it runs about 40 minutes, but at those quantum levels, time becomes totally unreliable. You listening? Can't you see how it’s an album about time and change—basically the two prerequisites for life itself? Can't you hear the primal rhythm hitting your hypothalamus in those drums, Dennis Hall41? Do you even have a heart? 😁
Amanda Lopez50 said:those eyes, those lips, that tongue that just knocks you off your feet... 😍
Do I know you? 😲
Anyway, stoked that Thomas and his crew pulled off the win this time. 😍😍
Between breaks from volunteering at the campaign headquarters for Vesna Škare-Ožbolt, I managed to squeeze in a few albums. Here’s the lowdown:
Mudhoney — just your standard, gritty rock/grunge stuff. Nothing special, no real flavor or unique vibe here.
Charlotte — boring as hell and completely unoffensive.
Yo La Tengo — heard them before and loved Cee-Dee 😁. This is a killer album. "Big Day Coming" is easily their best track—total shame it doesn't run at least twice as long.
General Clark — mid-tempo folk-rock. The title track hits home, but it’s immediately followed by this incredibly melodramatic, pretentious mess, so I just skipped ahead.
Nils Frahm — this was the one I struggled with most. Technically? Flawless. But something about it rubbed me the wrong way the whole time. Finally figured it out: it's got this layer of Sahara-level sentimentality and suck-up sweetness bleeding through the music. Still, I'll give it credit—it’s a rare bit of freshness compared to the generic garbage I've been hearing all week.
Pere Ubu — I’ve never actually sat through this pop excursion from those avant-garde legends, so now's the perfect time to finally do it.
Dennis Hall41 said:Look, you want to know why deconstruction is such a massive headache? It’s because tearing things down requires a level of surgical precision most people just don't have. Sure, building something—construction—takes grit and planning, but deconstruction? That’s about finding the one microscopic flaw that makes the whole damn thing collapse. It's brutal work.
Honestly, both options suck. But let's be real—Beck is way better at cannibalizing folk stereotypes than actually sticking to them. I can't explain it any other way, but that’s why Mellow Gold feels so much more superior compared to stuff like Sea Change or One Foot in the Grave—guess I actually did listen to some of those Beck albums after all. 😁)
redbear12 said:You skipped a few other albums too. 🙂
I'm no nerd—never been one to follow every single suggestion out there. 😁
Listened to a few tracks here and there—take these takes with a grain of salt and maybe a dash of cilantro:
jackie greene - basically a masculine version of Sheryl Crow. Honestly, this stuff is giving me hot flashes, guys.
Sons of Kemet - the music holds up, but the spoken word is absolute garbage, and don't even get me started on the infantile concept. Since the tunes actually matter, it gets a pass, but Shabaka’s other band, The Comet, is way better. They play this modern take on Sun Ra-style cosmic jazz that's much more experimental and abstract than this crap. Plus, they aren't weighed down by all that hipster activism.
Lilihip - I was expecting synth-pop based on the cover art, but then I get hit with an accordion. Third track is decent. The album itself might not be great, but it's interesting enough to count. Plus, they're American. Someone suggest Alana Vitale soon. Don't be cowards.
Beck - Mellow Gold is the only Beck record I've actually sat through, and it's a brilliant deconstruction of folk clichés. This one? Just a total cliché. Total snooze fest.
fit - Is this just the American Aerosmith? 🤔
mizar - Vocals are ridiculous, but not quite ridiculous enough to earn a pass. 😁
brightwolf48 said:Just a heads up—next week I’m planning on dropping some stuff from Follow Ubu, so hit me with ideas on how to summarize them in a few bullet points
😍🎉
I'd just describe them using this quote:
He runs through the thick, messy brush where ladies wait and gentlemen lurk in the dark
brightwolf48 said:And honestly, I don't even know which era their album is gonna lean into.🙂