Like almost everyone else who first came across this band, I thought they were called “Inks.” To be fair, though, my seventh grade brain hadn’t fully formed when I saw...
This is the first CD we ever bought. I say "we" because it was actually purchased by my parents at my behest. Technically it's probably still their CD, but I hi...
I can't help but feel the nostalgia rush over me as soon as this album starts up. I have a vague recollection of sitting in the Fishman's sprawling ranch house ...
If The Young Ones had a band (or did they?) this would be it. Recorded with the pocket change from the Clash's ashtray, the whole album--especially the early tr...
The difference between this and his two earlier albums is immediately obvious. Sick of being the bratty punk kid, Costello obviously wanted to be taken seriousl...
It almost feels like someone hit the 75RPM switch on the record player on this LP right out of the gate. There's an urgency there that makes me wonder why I did...
There we go. Let's put Reggatta behind us and get down to business. We're no longer the punk kids having a ball on Outlandos D'amour; we're a genuine band with ...
This is The Police's Use Your Illusion (Outlandos being their Appetite for Destruction and Zenyatta their Lies) as they really expand their sound to include str...
I generally hate remix albums. I mean if the thing sucked so bad to begin with, why do you need to remix it? I mean I don't mind when somebody remixes shit and ...
It's like punk turned on its ear. I guess it's post-punk. It's spare and dark and claustrophobic in its spookiness. This is The Cure. I can't say the boys sound...
