I think I would have liked this book better if I had listened to the audiobook version instead. As it is, it’s an enjoyable read, but my inner reading voice has absolutely horrible comic timing. I feel the Gutfeld’s stream of consciousness asides would work better if delivered by the man himself.
9 is more or less a continuation of what Public Image Ltd. was doing on Happy? If anything, I think I like a few of these songs (“Disappointed” & “Happy” to be specific) a bit more than my favorites from the previous record. In the summer of 1989, while they were promoting this album, I saw P.I.L. perform in Chicago with New Order and Sugarcubes. Ah, the olden days. A few years after this record P.I.L. followed it up with a greatest hit compilation which included the horrible song “Don’t Ask Me.” That song was the bane of 120 Minutes. Dave Kendall must have been the only person on Earth who liked it. It was at that point that I gave up on Public Image Ltd.
This is the point in the Public Image Ltd. timeline where John Lydon decided either a) to completely forgo his punk rock roots and succumb to the temptations of pop radio, pushing his musical pallette into new and exciting places b) chorus pedals are really friggin’ cool. The end result can be a mixed bag. There are a couple great songs like “Seattle” and “The Body,” but there are also a few not-so-great ones. Granted, there’s nothing as bad as, say, A Flock of Seagulls’ pop aspirations on Dreams Come True, but, then again, can anything truly be worse than that?
I was late to the whole A Game of Thrones thang (but, for the record, I was like totally in to this waaayy before the TV series), so I didn’t have to wait nearly as long between books as most nerds did. Was it worth the wait? I think so. This volume is definitely better than the Iron Islands-centric A Feast for Crows mostly because the plot focuses on Jon Snow and Daenerys, who I feel are the core of the entire A Song of Fire and Ice. Add to that a healthy, nose-less dose of Tyrion and it’s enough to keep me excited about this excellent series of books.
A completely unnecessary sequel that really has to defy all logic in order to get the cast members from the first film a little screen time. Lots of stupid new characters and not enough claustrophobia.
This game is noteworthy for its incredible, painterly art style. The characters and backgrounds are all rendered with vibrant colors and broad brushstrokes all in glorious 2-D. Thankfully, the art stays away from a typical nerdy anime style. I would think more Japanese artists would want to stray from drawing the same way Speed Racer and every other Japanese cartoon was drawn for the past forty years.
The game play is mostly side scrolling, hack-and-slash fighting. There are role playing elements and you have a bit of choice as to how to develop your character. However, for the most part, I was just following arrows and equipping the newest swords I forged. Despite this rather brainless game play, I found myself having fun just going through the motions of combat in order to see the next wild boss or discover the next paper-thin plot point in the narrative. Also, by making it impossible to collect all the swords on your first play through, the developers give you a nice tempting carrot for O.C.D. repeat play.
Sometime between The Flowers of Romance and this record P.I.L. imploded. P.I.L. had finally shed the noise and experimentation and took a turn for the pop. I guess it’s understandable if fans of the original line-up ditched the band at this point, but, despite its radio-friendly aspirations, this album seriously rocks. Sure the abundance of raging solos aligns this record the band’s hair metal counterparts, but Lydon’s vocal style and the overall arrangements keep the punk rock vibe alive.
As if annoying music couldn’t possibly get more annoying (and by annoying I mean awesome) P.I.L. followed up Metal Box (a.k.a. Second Edition) with The Flowers of Romance. While the former relied on ambiance and nearly-danceable bass grooves, this record is sparse and tribal. Tribal is my code word for “has lots of pounding drums.” Martin Atkins’s signature drumming on this record is legendary. It’s not that technically tricky like, say, the drumming you’d find on a Rush album (or a Ginny Tiu Revue album for that matter), but it is never a straightforward punk rock beat. Gone is Keith Levine’s guitar noodling. It has been replaced with synthesizers, violin screeching and whatever noise maker happened to be around the studio that day. “Noise maker” also includes John Lydon, whose screeching is in top form here.
I always liked P.I.L. much, much more than The Sex Pistols. I’ll concede that most of this record is just self-indulgent noise making, but it works for me. I love the driving bass lines which, to me, are very reminiscent of dub reggae. The guitar is all over the place and noodley but, in the end, it just creates a nice layer of ambient noise over which Lydon can scream, chant and holler. This disc is the one to put on if you want to annoy your square neighbors… or any neighbor for that matter.
I think it’s quite fitting that, in my CD shelf, this disc sits right night to its brother in crapdom, Primus. I’m not sure what possessed me to buy this. Aside from the ultra-catchy hit “500 Miles,” this is a collection of boring Scottish tavern shanteys—the type of stuff white people looking to connect with the “old country” will pretend to like. Bleeech.