A kickass brand spankin' new diggable yet unconventional black metal record that even your ruined, worm-filled grandpappy could tap his bones to...assuming he was raised up with l33t necomancin' or electricity. Otherwise he wouldn't move at all...
Before there was Thriller, there was MJ's work with his brothers as part of The Jacksons, and some of it nearly surpasses his solo material. Hell, this record is a classic alone for the track 'Heartbreak Hotel', which is about as perfect as post-disco ever got after '79.
So yeah, a remastered stone cold essential is tonight's toast muchachos - don't miss the opportunity to let it into your collection.
When it comes to drum & bass compilations, you won't find too many series better than the Points In Time series. Each set, one through nine, is taken from artists via LTJ Bukem's Good Looking Records, which specializes in atmospheric tribal/jungle/D&B stuffz to great success.
While I have yet to run across a bad entry in this particular set of albums, Points In Time 002 remains my favorite amidst favorites: 'Sonic Winds' from Seba & Lotek comes takes Goldie's Timeless production and jungles it out with oodles of natural sound and tidal keyboard washes into ten minutes of wonderful. Bukem himself also makes a personal contribution in typical acid jazz style with 'Atlantis (I Need You)', an old cut from the early 90's that almost seems revolutionary due to its dubsteppish use of vocal splicing and echo. Nobody else was doing anything like that in 1992 (!!), and the implications upon today's electronic world are staggering to contemplate.
Genius takes on many forms, ladies and gents, and this compilation is quite the example of such manifestation. Don't pass it up!
Forget 'Jessie's Girl' and General Hospital boys and girls: singer/songwriter Rick Springfield is a man who is capable of far more interesting things than most would believe...including this strange, dissonant excursion circa 1985 into the realm of caustic/industrial pop. Dissonant synths, unusual rhythms that border on the robotic and exotic alike, extensive overdubs galore on Rick's strong vocal work...it almost seems like something Talking Heads would have done given a little less funk and a little more AOR.
Moving away from lovelorn fleets of fancy, Mr. Springfield's Tao explores a much wider range of subject matter with a newfound passion to match -- the death of the planet from a mankind borne holocaust ('Walking On The Edge'), a dark-tinged little dance number ('Dancing The World Away), social revolution ('Celebrate Youth') and the search for spiritual truth ('The Tao Of Heaven') -- these are the headlines that possess these songs and give them relevance and personality beyond typical pop star norms, though that ever prevalent subject known as love still finds the time to occasionally rear it's head ('The Power Of Love').
At the end of the day though, Tao is ultimately just a real rippin' pop record, and in my opinion the single most interesting set of songs that Springfield ever put to tape next to 1983's Living In Oz. Catchy food for thought seem to have been in abundance twenty some years ago, and its records like this one that can really make us believe that fact.
For a smooth jazz album to rise above its uninspired competition, certain finesses must be demonstrated. It either needs to be more technical, catchier and brimming with more bite than the rest, or provide one of those ideal downtempo experience that isn't clouded by Kenny G blehness and the like.
Mr. Cole, a youthful Californian sax player of great local renown, provides an excellent example of chilling out on this 1998 debut. Subtle electronics, percussive loops, tasteful sax and a killer attention to detail in the production department work in tandem to provide one of the best R&R voyages in the lighter side of jazz to hit shelves over the last two decades.
This isn't music for a Caribbean cruise or your sister's shopping experience. This is the shit that'll get your mind in a good place during your neon-drowned expeditions into the beating heart of a thriving cityscape. Believe it or not, a great deal of fine music wasn't born into the world to challenge you or necessarily help you sleep better. When all is said and done, the best smooth jazz lifts your mood and gets it where it needs to be regardless of whether its the fledgling hours of the morning or in the contemplative dead of night. Expecting anything more is the dissertation of a close-minded elitist.
Personal highlights: 'Where The Night Begins', 'Devotion', 'When I Think Of You'
Along with Comus's infamous tainted folk masterpiece First Utterance, the cult classic self-titled one shot by Mu which also arrived in '71 is yet another of those one-of-a-kind acoustically oriented releases from that first half of the decade that still haven't been outclassed today. Entrenched up to its teeth in thick, groovy basslines, free jazz sax solos, bluesy guitar riffs and some rather comendable songwriting, this is a psychedelic blues-rock album for the ages and beyond.
My main point of attachment to this album is the sheer weight of ancient, pervasive soul present in every flick of a chord, every kick to the percussion, and the sense of journey whenever the groove gets time to flesh itself out in the light of the desert. It's Fleetwood Mac with the balls of a tanuki and the crunch of a chilled out Blue Cheer. It's an experimental West Coast album with the chops and emotion to bring about a rather glorious fruition.
In other words, I can't recommend this enough to aspiring listeners. Let that good ol' pre-Steely Dan Californian sound wash right over ya!!
Toto are in some ways the penultimate Westcoast pop-rock group -- slick arrangements, tight playing that alludes to everything between funk, prog. and psychedelic pomp, and great studio and live performances alike are all trademarks that the band has become known for in their 40+ years of existence. Unfortunately, their broad sound isn't for everyone - they rocked too hard for many soft-rock fans but were considered a tad weak by the "serious" rock enthusiast.
However, taken on their own merits, albums like Fahrenheit should appeal to numerous people who are looking for a good entry point into some of the group's more quality material. Enjoy the post-disco rock that guys like Prince and Michael Jackson peddle? 'Til The End' and the proggy. New Wave-esque title track do indeed deliver. Killer ballads to get that inner cheese factor fulfilled? 'Lea' and 'Could This Be Love' got you covered. There are a few numbers here that rank among the best the band has ever done also, with particular kudos to the killer hook-laden sucker punch of 'We Can Make It Tonight' and the jazzy instrumental closing number 'Don't Stop Me Now', which features MILES FRIGGIN DAVIS of all people on trumpet....wowzah!
This was the first of two late 80's Toto albums that featured L.A. mainstay Joseph Williams as lead vocalist, and his presence arguably puts this record and its followup The Seventh One at the top of the Toto quality heap beside their debut, Tambu and Falling In Between.
I won't say this is a record for everyone, but its a certainly a gem of the 80's arena rock context and a real treat for those who are willing to give it a shot.
