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Sorry, but any Bob Marley “tribute” that begins with Bruno Mars performing a Bruno Mars song is automatically disqualified from being a tribute to anything but the horrible state of pop music — doesn’t matter how many attempts at credibility in the form of Marley offspring and aging British rock stars you throw onstage.
Fans of pretty much every soccer team in Europe have been doing that Seven Nation Army chant for years, so I wouldn’t get too excited. Also, your team’s biggest star is a murderer who got off on a technicality, yet still has a job that pays him millions of dollars to do physical violence to other people. There is nothing about that organization that’s worth being proud of.
On an unrelated note, Jack White is musical gold.
Eh, that was pretty awful. Sounds like something Bonnie Raitt should be singing.
Revolver blows my mind every time I listen to it. For a nearly 50-year-old album, it’s amazing how often you can hear the basis for so much current music in each song.
In other news, apparently some people still care what Dave Mustaine has to say.
“As anyone who attends Gov. Romney’s events knows, this is not a song we would have played intentionally.”
Right, because everyone knows they only play Obama-hating country artists at Romney events. Or classic rock. Or Sinatra. Or… wait, who is Romney trying to appeal to today?
It’s a favorite of mine, too, and I’d move it up the list on the strength of “Maybe Someday” alone, but as a complete album, I agree with the review – the songs do tend to run together. So maybe just a slight bump.
I have a lot of love for Appetite – not only did it open my eyes to a world of music beyond top 40 radio, it also made me pick up a guitar for the first time. “Sweet Child” was the first song I learned all the way through. But for all the amazing songs on this album, my favorite is “Rocket Queen,” because it perfectly sums up everything great about GNR at their peak. The first half is this chugging, ominous grind, perfect for pole dancing (complete with porn sound effects!), but then it breaks out into this soaring, joyous climax that was both a sign of things to come on the Illusions, but also the perfect ending to an epic album. After spending nearly the entire album crawling through a gutter with the band, the last 3 minutes are like they finally looked up and realized the sky was full of stars.
DOOM collaborating with someone is no longer news. It’s all he does.
I’ll go with “Graceland,” since just thinking about it got the chorus stuck in my head.
How do you know he can’t? Maybe he’s just hiding the ability to rawk so that Billy Corgan will piss on him.
1984 called. It wants its battle for the top of the charts back.
I’ve never been able to appreciate this album as much as I’d like to because I’ve always been put off by the horribly muddy mix. Was it ever remastered?
What makes you assume Adam Lambert could possibly grow a mustache?
You’re killing me with this post. For 3 years, I lived right off that stretch of Colfax where all those markers are clustered on the Google map, and saw an insane amount of shows during that time, and I miss it every day now that I’m in New England. Big tours tend to skip over Denver from time-to-time, but for small-to-mid-level shows, the scene is fantastic. You can also get to Boulder in 30 minutes (The Fox Theater and Boulder Theater are both good venues), and a lot of bands play both Denver and Boulder, so if they sell out in one city, you can usually get tickets in the other.
Can we all just agree to a collective mindwipe of all things Bizkit? Somebody very brave is gonna have to do some dirty work on YouTube.
And this is how the end times begin…
That was a waste of 2 minutes. 15 years too late, y’all.
“Bridge Burning” Foo Fighters
Here’s how this is gonna go: the original G’n'R lineup agrees to reunite, but show up 3 hours late. When they finally make it onstage, Slash starts playing the intro to Sweet Child, but Axl throws a temper tantrum about the poor sound system and storms off the stage before ever singing a note. The audience tosses everything they can find at the stage, Izzy stands completely still but still manages to dodge everything thrown his way, Duff fires double middle fingers at every camera in a 2-mile radius, each band member sends out their own press release explaining why they knew a reunion would never work, and balance is restored to the universe. Best HOF induction ceremony ever.
Cue Courtney Love blaming Dave Grohl in 3… 2… 1…
Cheryl Hines. Dead ringer.
Even that photo of Rihanna is straight outta 1993. All she’s missing is a pair of Doc Martens and some neon-colored, faux graffiti typography.
Frayed Ends of Sanity