It’s got a release date, a cover, and … a 4-star Rolling Stone review? Maybe it’s better than what’s leaked. Try “Better” at Q 104.3.
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So Axl takes 15 years to cobble together a half-assed retread of Appetite for Destruction and GnR Lives, and RS still finds need to give him a cookie and a pat on the head?
*GnR Lies, my bad
From the first paragraph of the RS review:
“At times, it’s the clenched-fist five that made 1987′s perfect storm, Appetite for Destruction; more often, it’s the one sprawled across the maxed-out CDs of 1991′s Use Your Illusion I and II, but here compressed into a convulsive single disc of supershred guitars, orchestral fanfares, hip-hop electronics, metallic tabernacle choirs and Axl Rose’s still-virile, rusted-siren singing.”
Wow, that sounds totally awesome and not at all dated. A vacuum of relevance, that is.
RS also gave “High School Musical 3″ a one star review. Shows what those fuckers know.
Not having heard of this album, the description makes it sound like Axl enlisted Limp Bizkit to help him make a record. I’ll just treat this record like the last three Star Wars movies and pretend that it doesn’t exist.
4 stars was probably the starting score that Rolling Stone gave to this. Giving GnR that high of score is a given for that washed up rag. Same goes for Springsteen and the Stones
don’t you dare say that about the boss
have any of the idiots on here leaving negative comments even heard the album? If you had, youd know it was nothing short of awesome.
Having not heard the album, all I can say is that this review is a sprawling mess. Maybe Fricke didn’t have an editor, or was building an homage to Axl’s opus?
I _do_ have a morbid curiosity about this album, though.
Listen to the fucking thing, then talk. You can love it or hate it, but you can’t deny it’s an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink work of an utterly singular voice.