Music Reviews

axolotl

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I am creating this thread for music reviews. Not about any specific pieces or performances, but rather wackass, bizarre, or in some way unusual (including toxic, but let's keep it mostly non-political) reviews or articles about music.

As a first example, I present you with this bombastic piece.

It relates to Herbert Von Karajan's Edition of Richard Strauss's Don Juan, Till Eulenspiegel's Merry Pranks, Death and Transfiguration, and Salome's Dance.

E20 rides into Town
Reviewed in the United States on December 27, 2019
Format: Audio CD

The stakes are so high, it’s time to take Eliette von Karajan at her word. There are twenty five CDs across this DG series – a salute to Herbie on his Eightieth birthday in 1988. According to the booklet, each of them is manacled to one of her paintings. Inspired by Ludwig Köchel, it’s time to christen a new schemata: EvK or E for short. This disc – Herbie’s Strauss recordings from the end of 1972 – is E20 (of 25) according to the booklet. It’s titled “Mash.” Wanting to understand its trail of destruction over the years – and current whereabouts - I contacted Philip Mould and Fiona Bruce from the BBC’s Fake or Fortune. Born of research, this is what they told me:

Eliette presented E20 to Karajan on the eve of his recording of the Four Last Songs with Janowitz in late 1972. Thinking that his end was at hand, Karajan put in the performance of his life. When his consort unexpectedly flew back to Paris, Herbie ordered his entourage to jettison Mash asap.

Sealed in a lead sarcophagus, it crossed the Atlantic in early 1973 where it landed in the lap of Paraguan dictator Alfredo Stroessner who promptly gifted it to Adolf Schicklgruber of Asunción. By any measure, Schicklgruber was a reclusive figure with a penchant for goose-stepping, invading Poland and raising his right-arm to the ceiling. He was blown sky-high in 1975 when two bombs – not one – were placed under his kitchen table by Mossad. E20 survived the blast.

The next official sighting of E20 was in Kampala (the capital of Uganda) – or to be more precise, Idi Amin’s torture chamber. What with the ousting of the Dictator, Mash was once again on the move. It reputedly nested in Elvis’ upstairs bathroom in Graceland and was the last thing seen by the King of Rock and Roll when he expired. It then came into the possession of Italian authorities in the late Seventies. It was used as a bargaining chip in their negotiations with the Sicilian Mafia where the latter offered to return Caravaggio’s Gloria (stolen in 1969) provided E20 did not make landfall in Sicily. Its whereabouts in the Eighties and onwards is hazy. Word has it that it spent some time in a North Korean Re-Education Camp – and lived to tell the tale. It was linked to the death of Kurt Cobain. Much to the consternation of Japanese authorities, it was carried out to sea by the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami, only to reappear safe and well on Howland Island during Ballard’s search for Amelia Earhart. It now resides in a vault in Area 51. President Trump’s Executive Order 47652b means that darkness will be its lot for the foreseeable future.

That’s the narrative of the original E20 painting. This CD is emablazoned with a copy of Mash. I prefer these Galleria transfers of the Strauss warhorses to later remasterings, all of which were recorded in the Jesus Christus Church. In comparison, they’re bigger, bolder and brassier. It comes down to this. Are you’re prepared to countenance such malfeasance under your roof? What if it comes in train with E10 or the notorious E24? What say ye, Son of Man?
 
Music is awesome!

Oh...you meant, like, professional reviews....

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A good music review will make you scratch your head and mutter, "I wonder what this guy was trying to say."
To me, the only redeeming feature of this album is the fact that it's only 37 minutes long. When I thought: "Oh my God, they could easily make it 79 minutes", I added them half a star. The next (or previous) thought was: "The 70's were not so fantastic as they are commonly perceived to be, but back then, a proper group would probably be ashamed to release the crap like this in the first place". So it's the sign of the times - now anybody can release anything and there will always be somebody to praise it... This is good, for sure.

Subject: The Cancer Conspiracy, Ω [a.k.a. Omega]
Take it from me. I'm a master at word salad.
 
I come not to praise Caesar, but to waste the time of anyone listening to me speak?
I should have added that he gave the CD :2.0:, so the extra :0.5: was ostensibly added because it was not over twice as long.

Let's see now, a :2.0: signifies good, but thank goodness it's short.

I doubt even Beethoven or Bach or The Beatles (or The Stones, for you non-linear thinkers out there) could rate :3.0:.

I'm as adept at algebraic equations as this reviewer is in making logical statements.
 
In my book, :2.0: is only "fair". :3.0: is "good", :3.5: is "very good", :4.0: is "excellent" and :5.0: is a "masterpiece."
That's fairly consistent with my perspective of reviewing using RYM.

A reviewer using a compatible or standardized technique is anticipated, I think. It's when there is no correlation bwtween one's words and one's star-rating, by which I consider the review is two standard deviations off-the-mark.
 
JD & the Straight Shot :: Nothing to Hide

Comments are over-the-map for James Dolan's vanity project: JD & the Straight Shot.

Hint: James Dolan owns the Knicks and the Rangers. Except for an exception or two, he might be the most reviled man in New York City.

Here are two views. You decide.

Isiah [New York, NY]
5.0 out of 5 stars Best singer/guitarist ever
Reviewed in the United States on June 1, 2006

Mr. Dolan has the voice of an angel. I have never heard rhythm guitar played with Mr. Dolan's level of craftsmanship and passion. Each of Mr. Dolan's songs has a melody worthy of Mozart and lyrics that would make Shakespeare jealous. Mr. Dolan has truly channeled a lifelong passion for rock 'n' roll into a sound and sensibility that will be music to the ears of classic rock fans everywhere. Please don't fire me.


Larry Brown [Denver, Los Angeles, New Jersey, Kansas, San Antonio]
1.0 out of 5 stars he's got to be kidding
Reviewed in the United States on June 27, 2006

so jimmy d says i wasn't focused on my job? meanwhile he's got time to make a CD. this "music" is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots. given the choice of listening to this or being marooned with a seasick crocodile, I'd take the seasick crocodile.
 
This isn't a music review but deserves to be included nevertheless.

John Ciardi wrote in The Saturday Review of Books regarding Anne Morrow Lindbergh's The Unicorn and Other Poems:

"Of her poems, I have nothing but contempt to offer. I am compelled to believe that Mrs. Lindbergh has written an offensively bad book: inept, jingling, slovenly, illiterate even, and puffed-up with the foolish afflatus of a stereotyped high-seriousness, that species of esthetic and human failure that will accept any shriek as a true high-C. If there is a judgment, it must go by standards. I cannot apologize for this judgment. I believe that I can and must specify the particular badness of this sort of stuff."

Somehow, I doubt if he was invited to the premiere of this film:

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The most annoying thing about reality is how subjective it is.
While I do not in any way disagree with your remark, neither of the above-quoted reviews were about the music.

Rather, they were about the personality and primary ventures of the person playing rhythm guitar, and about him being ostensibly an asshole.

The names of the writers are Isiah (for Isiah Thomas) and Larry Brown, both of whom were coaches for the Knicks.
 
Pants Yell! ~ Received Pronunciation (2009)

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What it is: Indie Rock
2009 release from the Indie Pop outfit. Life is not a series of epic epiphanies and seismic milestones, but a succession of quiet weeks and months, interrupted at rare intervals by fleeting moments of significance or grace: a new crush, a break-up, the discovery of a particularly good book or song or film, an intense conversation with a friend that you know you won't forget. Some of the best Pop bands of the past several decades have made it their mission to evoke, in their words and in their music, the understated beauty of everyday living. Think of the Go-Betweens, who found boundless romantic possibility in going for a walk or spending the night in; or Belle and Sebastian's hushed remembrances of little failures and lessons learned and sympathetic portraits of young misfits struggling to make sense of the world.

What it is not: A pronunciation guide
WRONG PRODUCT
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on October 2, 2013
Verified Purchase

Dont be fooled. This is not a CD to help you improve your pronunciation. it is a weird music CD which im sure youd never buy! More fool me as i now try and seek a refund.
 
Critics! Argh!!!!!
Scrapironjazzerino | New Joisy | 02/17/2009
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(5 out of 5 stars)

"Editorialists and critics-WHO NEEDS 'EM!
1. The jibe that this work is self-indulgent is just plain foolish. Wow-art as self-indulgent; who'd a thunk it?
2. I've always felt that a non-player who has no "prodigous talent" has absolutely nothing to say when it comes to criticizing/analyzing someone who does have any talent, let alone a "prodigous" amount.
3. Our insights can be of little value to a true artist or a genius of any ilk. How presumptuous human beings are.
Why do you think Dylan doesn't want to hear the drivel my "2 cents" would probably be? We aren't in the same ballpark kids. This is art, not science.
I suggest open-mindedness, gratitude, and delight as the proper responses to any good art, especially music.
Boy, if Chopin wasn't so darn emotional............and that darn Johnny Bach, what a snoot he was tempering all those scales! Did he really have to do ALL the possible variations????????????? Patrician show-off, HE!"


Full review in Italics, above

This is a review for Edgar Meyer's eponymous album on CD
 
Will the Circle Be Unbroken by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and guests:

“I know this is meant to impress us with it’s “star-studded” lineup of guests, but a lot of these artists were past their prime when this was recorded. Hello!! Brother Oswald and Roy Acuff?! The sheer number of artists here makes the whole project seem incoherent and disjointed. It makes me wonder if the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band just couldn’t sustain the whole album themselves and had to fill it with a lot of big names. The studio chatter is also just a time-killer. Who wants to hear a bunch of people talking in the studio. Most of the time we don’t even know WHO is talking, let alone what they’re talking about. At one point I swear I heard someone saying, “Meanwhile back at the ranch.” I tuned out after that. Also, I’m sure Randy Scruggs is a fine guitar player, but Joni Mitchell’s Both Sides Now has NO PLACE on a traditional country music album. DO NOT BUY THIS ALBUM!!!“

-Chris Jones in Bluegrass Unlimited

yes, it is a put on.
 
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