Fun, strong instrumental track from Low, the first of David Bowie’s post cocaine psychosis “Berlin albums“. Side two is mostly ambient and revolutionary in its way, but side one is where it all starts really: the big ass drum sound that came to define the 1980s (ultimately in a bad way). Credit usually goes to Phil Collins and/or Peter Gabriel, but that was three years after the fact.
“You don’t truly own the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind the Bollocks unless you’ve stolen it. Such was the logic of a guy who called himself Limey Len, an English ex-pat who I remember for chiefly two things. 1. the marijuana he sold was always underweight. 2: he’d never shut up about how he’d been there, actually seen the Pistols in a small club in London, which was probably a lie, he lied about everything else. So anyway, one night, at the dog end of some shitty New Years party when he was passed out on his kitchen floor, I stole his copy of Never Mind The Bollocks. I’m not even sorry.” (Philip Random)
The word debacle applies to Emerson Lake + Palmer’s 1977. While the cool world went punk and the party world went disco, they released a dubious double album and invested big in taking a full symphony orchestra on a world tour with them. It failed. Meanwhile, a wigged out sort of post-meltdown boogie like Tiger in a Spotlight got buried on a secondary album of various odds and sods, suggesting a whole other possible history for mankind … until you do little research and discover it had been sitting on a shelf since 1973. That ship had already sailed, and probably sank.
The Buzzcocks being one of truer teenage bands ever formed, Orgasm Addict being one of the truer teenage records ever produced, short and sharp and spewing in all directions.
“There was a point in the mid-70s when it was easy to think that the Horslips might just be the next big amazing thing. They had a cool Irish folk thing going, and a rock thing, and they could think big, epic even. Which is what Book of Invasions was all about, a goddamned Celtic Symphony, of which Ride To Hell is climax. Unfortunately, it was released in 1977, the year punk truly erupted and laid so much of the old world to waste. Oh well.” (Philip Random)
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