Upon Us All, A Little Rain Must FallHey, I'm back after a good week's removal from the Internet. I'm having major withdrawals here. Damn.So...the vay-kay was alright. Much better than last year's, I can tell you that much. But when you're stuck on a lakeside cottage with your family for a good week, always within 50 feet proximity with each other, you tend to get sick of everyone. Therefore, it's never perfect. Like I said in my last journal, I had plenty of distractions. So I survived. I got back into town a day early, but I ran into a little hitch. You know what sucks? Being locked out of your house. You know what sucks even more? Having to stay at your neighbor's place for almost a full day waiting for someone from the apartment management to get the spare key out and let my ass in. I don't think I've ever had an experience this embarrassing since high school where EVERYTHING was embarrassing. My self-esteem dropped a good 50 points from this shit.  I got 75 bucks from Dad at camp, so I spent a bit of it on New Music Scores! Been a while, I know.  #1: "Louder Than Bombs" by The Smiths. So you love The Smiths, but you don't have a record player to play their massive collection of singles excluded from their albums? Well, you're in for a treat with Louder Than Bombs. Spanning 72 minutes over the course of 24 tracks, this is a compilation of practically all of the singles/B-sides released by the band in the 4 years they were producing material. It's also a great album to start off on if you've just become interested in the group. Johnny Marr's range of songwriting is fully covered here; from rockabilly to the famous Rickenbacker jangle pop. Morrissey's lyrics are at his most incredible; there's no possible way that no one track can't be comparable to some other tragedy that you've been regrettably involved in. Much like the radio that the singles were released through, this album is friendly to those who have no idea who The Smiths are, as well as those who love them as much as I do. So jump in on this shit. Download: William It Was Really Nothing, Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now, Back To The Old House.  #2: "A Saucerful Of Secrets" by Pink Floyd. By the end of the Summer of '67, Syd Barrett (Floyd's main songwriter) was so far gone mentally, that the rest of the group slowly had to remove him from the picture. Replacing Syd with David Gilmour at the turn of '68, the group struggled to create songs equal to Syd's efforts. But naturally they gave up on acheiving such a feat and focused on a darker, more experimental sound. The Floyd's albums from 68-70 are put down by critics and fans alike as their weakest works, but don't be so hasty on A Saucerful Of Secrets. It is here that Roger Waters hit his songwriting stride with space-rock chillouts such as "Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun". Rick Wright also makes a great contribution to the record, having credits on three of the seven tracks. But most importantly is the final song Syd made at the end. Although "Jugband Blues" is a quintessential Syd tune, it's still perfectly clear that he's not here...anymore, anyway. Download: Remember A Day, Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun, Jugband Blues. That's it. Keep the faith, don't believe the hype, give peace a chance an - HOLY SHIT THERE'S A NEW SITE LAYOUT, I'M FREAKING OUT! Later. - Brian  What can I tell ya, dipshit? For better or for worse...I'm back. - Church, Ep. 52 S3. |
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