“Pretty much everybody took a swing at the Batman theme back in the 60s, but Link Wray‘s take wins because it’s just so dirty (the guitar that is) without losing any of the fun. Which is key. Because as far as I’m concerned, there’s still only one Batman worth talking about, and that’s the 1960s TV version, the Adam West Batman, the mod-pop technicolour silly Batman, in the wake of which all these more recent brooding, shadowy versions just seem sillier.” (Philip Random)
“Here Come the Warms Jets, Brian Eno’s 1974 solo debut, didn’t find me until early 1981, but the timing was nevertheless perfect as I was gobbling lots of LSD at the time, imposing apocalypse on everything I’d ever accepted or believed, opening great holes in my brain and soul that only purposefully deranged dada-pop such as Dead Finks Don’t Talk could adequately fill.” (Philip Random)
LSD
Jim Morrison died less than three months after the Doors released LA Woman (or he successfully disappeared, left it all behind). Either way, it’s exactly the kind of album every dead (or merely gone) poet-sexgod-asshole-brilliant rockstar should leave in his wake, loaded with grit, shadow, unsolved mystery, kickass music.
Even at their least essential, the Beatles couldn’t help being a great f***ing rock and roll band, particularly if John Lennon was unleashing his inner bulldog. Originally found on the soundtrack to Yellow Submarine.
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