People might get all excited thinking about a group called "barenaked ladies," but I think that humans who aren't wearing their fur look like chicken that's been boiled too long.
Sometimes, there's a reason you can get a CD at a yard sale for only 25 cents, and it's not always because there's no jewel case or liner notes. All I could hear on Barenaked Ladies' Stunt were pop jingles like they play over TV commercials for car insurance. I'm sorry to report--oh, let's be honest--I'm not at all sorry to report that this album has only one moderately decent tune on it: "It's All Been Done." And yes, it has. This one's going in the free box at the next yard sale.
Thank the goddess Bastet for Beastie Boys! My ears needed a good wringing out after that last album, and they got it. Who would have thought, back in 1994, that if you threw a flute, hip-hop beats, Buddhist chants, and a couple of distortion pedals into the kibble bowl and stirred it up, you'd get this? Well, I guess the Beastie Boys did.
My person was introduced to Ill Communication by a Scot named Campbell who was famous for beating up his girlfriend's car by bashing it with his head during a jealous fit. He also wore a knife to French translation class and propositioned nearly every class member, including the teacher, a grad assistant who never really recovered from the experience.
What Campbell and Beastie Boys knew was that "You can't, you won't, and you don't stop" the Beast. Just listen to the beastie roar in the middle of "Sabotage," not to mention all the gimmicky distortion that is totally redeemed by the standup bass, and the pure-porn-soundtrack wacka-wacka on "Sabrosa" and "Transitions." Ill!
Listen to "Sure Shot" at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwF5r9AV6D8.
Be sure to turn up the volume.
Peace Out!
Sometimes, there's a reason you can get a CD at a yard sale for only 25 cents, and it's not always because there's no jewel case or liner notes. All I could hear on Barenaked Ladies' Stunt were pop jingles like they play over TV commercials for car insurance. I'm sorry to report--oh, let's be honest--I'm not at all sorry to report that this album has only one moderately decent tune on it: "It's All Been Done." And yes, it has. This one's going in the free box at the next yard sale.
Thank the goddess Bastet for Beastie Boys! My ears needed a good wringing out after that last album, and they got it. Who would have thought, back in 1994, that if you threw a flute, hip-hop beats, Buddhist chants, and a couple of distortion pedals into the kibble bowl and stirred it up, you'd get this? Well, I guess the Beastie Boys did.
My person was introduced to Ill Communication by a Scot named Campbell who was famous for beating up his girlfriend's car by bashing it with his head during a jealous fit. He also wore a knife to French translation class and propositioned nearly every class member, including the teacher, a grad assistant who never really recovered from the experience.
What Campbell and Beastie Boys knew was that "You can't, you won't, and you don't stop" the Beast. Just listen to the beastie roar in the middle of "Sabotage," not to mention all the gimmicky distortion that is totally redeemed by the standup bass, and the pure-porn-soundtrack wacka-wacka on "Sabrosa" and "Transitions." Ill!
Listen to "Sure Shot" at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwF5r9AV6D8.
Be sure to turn up the volume.
Peace Out!










