Lift Yr Skinny Fists Like Antenna to Heaven

Yesterday there were some words being thrown about. Strong words. Words like "perfect" and "record." I laid claimed to a few yet they've gone unheralded. Here begins the heralding:

This is another one of them "alone listenin'" records. I would suggest loud and laying down for a first listen. There are some who feel this record and the band in general are repetitive or even boring. True it is repetitive, but in the way that waves roll onto a beach are repetitive. Or crash into rocks depending on where you are in the record. This is how much of the album feels. Like waves. It will move you about if you let it envelope you in it's blanket of alternating ups and downs. And not just ups and downs, but the ins and outs. The small and the large. The constant struggle for balance between desolation and hope. There are bits that will give you chills, bits that may very well bring you to tears with their beauty, and there are some parts that are just damn good (the entire record.)

I quite hope you enjoy this record on at least half the level that I do. If you're already privy to the magic then...well done.

Perfection

the Stone Roses

Long ago there were roses (and well they continue.) A small minority of said roses were comprised of stone. For a band that only made two records they made quite the impact. Unfortunately, the Second Coming isn't fantastic. Their first record though is nearly flawless. Not a lot of nearly flawless records about. I can't think of any specific flaws, but let's not be throwing around words like perfect (though it just might be.)

The production on this record is both phenomenal and wildly appropriate. Appropriate is always the way (for me at least) to gauge production. If you want to know why some blues or country sounds great or others sound not so, look at the atmosphere presented just by the production values alone. Herein lies the problem with many (the majority of) recordings.


How about this?