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Post by Al Smith on Dec 3, 2020 1:24:46 GMT -5
I struggle to enjoy this album. The inexcusable manipulation of The Beach Boy’s vocals by “ the mulleted one” oftentimes renders them unrecognisable. Jeff’s vocals irritate me. If I wanted to hear his voice so prominently, I’d buy one of his his solo albums. Most of the songs are fine but nothing spectacular, although I can’t help feeling that the more elaborate passages are less Brian than they are Buddy. I’m bothered rather than delighted by what I hope is their final studio album. 5 Haha - zinger, Mark!
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Post by Al Smith on Dec 3, 2020 1:26:12 GMT -5
Graded on the curve, a 9. Against the majesty of All Summer Long, a 3. It gets a 6. Yeah, here's an interesting notion - grading albums against others in the whole run, and for once not against PS or Smile stuff!
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Post by Al Smith on Dec 3, 2020 1:29:33 GMT -5
I’ve played this album more frequently than most since 2012 - probably as often as Surf’s Up, Holland, Sunflower, Pet Sounds, Carl & The Passions, and more often than anything else in the catalogue. After years of obsession with our favourite band, it hit me in the heart - yes, it’s flawed but it’s a flawed miracle, an album that common sense and every instinct said couldn’t happen. So huge emotional investment, that blinds me to its weaknesses: I can love it not despite its flaws but even because of them.The selfish gene in me wants more; the realist knows that more (outtakes aside… gimme!) will probably be disappointing. Perfect way therefore for them to bow out, gracefully (though that but they couldn’t quite manage). Perhaps the words of a man steeling/preparing himself for his offsprings upcoming teenage years.
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Post by Al Smith on Dec 3, 2020 1:31:17 GMT -5
Firstly, it exists when it logically shouldn't. Secondly, it's not an embarassment when it should be.Thirdly, it roughly nine orders of magnitude better than it has any right to be.
And finally, the closing three songs are as good as anything the band's done since the seventies.
A solid eight. Without the soft centre, it'd be close to a nine.
I may even have lost a bet in relation to the second point.
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Post by hankbriarstem on Dec 6, 2020 10:14:34 GMT -5
Graded on the curve, a 9. Against the majesty of All Summer Long, a 3. It gets a 6. Yeah, here's an interesting notion - grading albums against others in the whole run, and for once not against PS or Smile stuff! As a very young child, I fell in love with the earliest Beach Boys records -- 45s and albums. While I lived nowhere near any beach, the images intoxicated me. And the music was different -- much beyond anything else I heard. I enjoyed the more adult albums -- Surf's Up, Holland, Sunflower, etc. -- as I became older. I mean "adult" in a thematic sense. And for a couple years they dominated my listening experience. But I retained an almost guilty pleasure in returning to the early records, marveling at how moved I was by the kaleidoscope of sound and imagery. As I became as close as I am likely to be to whatever we might refer to as "mature," I discovered a new truth about the first few records. The music and lyrics were every bit as relevant and emotionally honest as anyone ever laid down on vinyl. They chronicled, in a glorified but emotionally truthful way, the lives of ordinary teenagers and young adults. I never surfed, but I drove hot rods and rode motorcycles. More than that, I knew exactly what Fun, Fun, Fun, In the Parkin' Lot, Help Me Rhonda, I Get Around, Wendy and In My Room felt like. O knew what each of those records had to say was relevant to me. As an uninteresting aside, All Summer Long was the soundtrack to my mourning when an injury forced me to confront the fact I would never play catcher for the Yankees. Something about that record helped me understand that life would continue. To this day, when I hear another record -- Don't Worry Baby -- I think about a girl who helped me through that dark time. In dreams, sometimes, I still hear the snap and crackling of broken bone and cartilage. Don't Worry Baby. Pet Sounds is a soundtrack for love affairs go wrong, and for maturation. Shut Down Vol. 2 is a snapshot of one hot, exciting summer. Both are relevant to my live and to the lives of many others. I have made it a goal since then both to remind my fellow Beach Boys fans that the music, ultimately, is exciting and Fun, Fun, Fun and to highlight essential truths about those earliest records. Save rare exceptions post-Holland, the music became more about capturing a new audience, a lost sound, an elusive "hit." Of course, it was still made by people who mega-talent created some amazing moments. But those early records weren't about anything except a band's desire to tell its story in the only way it could -- by employing the images and imagery of what the band members were and wanted to be, what they lived and wanted to live. Brian Wilson's hopes and dreams, tears and fears, joy and sadness were remarkably congruent to those many of us experienced. His hyper-sensitivity and massive talent allowed him to describe our lives as accurately and honestly as Steinbeck described the lives of the itinerant and the downtrodden. Mike Love's lyrics and those of others were honest, in our world, and were no doubt imbued with the stardust of Brian's inspiration. I don't want to forget that records like All Summer Long are both magnificent and wholly honest. Everytime I have a date, there's only one place to go.
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Post by Al Smith on Dec 7, 2020 16:49:52 GMT -5
That's Why God Made The Radio gets a LOVE!!! rating of 96% across a record 27 voters. God thanks and loves you all for appreciating her work, even the wretched soul who lobbed the low ball.
5 - 1 vote
6 - 4 votes 7 - 10 votes 8 - 6 votes 9 - 3 votes 10 - 3 votes
Well, that's it - if you want - see my next post for a quick natter!
(Stats up soon!).
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Post by Al Smith on Dec 7, 2020 16:54:44 GMT -5
OK, technically we have 2 official releases to go.
The 50th LIVE CD and the LSO mash-up. Shall we? I must confess to not paying a lot of attention to LSO album, my skin still welted from the torture of 1981's Hooked On Classics, K-Tel's ultimate revenge - thus I'm vaguely interested.
But lets face it, neither really offer nothin' new, bar a bar or two here and there.
Let me know your thoughts, taking into account I'll be away next week possibly with limited internet connection (I hope), so it will be a slow burn into xmas, with the emphasis on burn.
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Post by jk on Dec 7, 2020 17:04:46 GMT -5
OK, technically we have 2 official releases to go. The 50th LIVE CD and the LSO mash-up. Shall we? I must confess to not paying a lot of attention to LSO album, my skin still welted from the torture of 1981's Hooked On Classics, K-Tel's ultimate revenge - thus I'm vaguely interested. But lets face it, neither really offer nothin' new, bar a bar or two here and there. Let me know your thoughts, taking into account I'll be away next week possibly with limited internet connection (I hope), so it will be a slow burn into xmas, with the emphasis on burn. Count me out, A. You enjoy your time off -- you've certainly earned it! Of course, if you or anyone else decides to start from the beginning again next year, count me in!
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Post by Al Smith on Dec 7, 2020 17:08:19 GMT -5
OK, technically we have 2 official releases to go. The 50th LIVE CD and the LSO mash-up. Shall we? I must confess to not paying a lot of attention to LSO album, my skin still welted from the torture of 1981's Hooked On Classics, K-Tel's ultimate revenge - thus I'm vaguely interested. But lets face it, neither really offer nothin' new, bar a bar or two here and there. Let me know your thoughts, taking into account I'll be away next week possibly with limited internet connection (I hope), so it will be a slow burn into xmas, with the emphasis on burn. Count me out, A. You enjoy your time off -- you've certainly earned it! Of course, if you or anyone else decides to start from the beginning again next year, count me in! LOL , we'll need something to help us stay awake until Feel Flows shows (up). Were we to go down that path, I have a very rigorous scoring matrix in mind (ie, to rip off from a non-BB site), to ramp things up a tad.
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Post by Emdeeh on Dec 8, 2020 9:40:44 GMT -5
(Post deleted for redundancy. Please ignore.)
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Post by pendlewitch on Dec 8, 2020 12:55:06 GMT -5
Al Smith - thought you'd gone walkabout after being released from the mother of all lockdowns!
Thanks also from me for chairing the ratings; all very entertaining. I'm sure you deserve a break though
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Post by Al Smith on Dec 8, 2020 17:06:52 GMT -5
Al Smith - thought you'd gone walkabout after being released from the mother of all lockdowns! Thanks also from me for chairing the ratings; all very entertaining. I'm sure you deserve a break though Thanks pendlewitch, and thanks for your posts as well; everyone's really made a difference to the thread by chipping in. Walkabout is next week; I'm headed to this part of the world - Lakes Entrance - to go into a "trance" of delight, then back for Christmas LOL. Last weekend was one of those hectic ones where I couldn't get to the keyboard - plus I didn't want to lower the curtain on TWGMTR!
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Post by Al Smith on Dec 8, 2020 17:11:20 GMT -5
Yeah, here's an interesting notion - grading albums against others in the whole run, and for once not against PS or Smile stuff! As a very young child, I fell in love with the earliest Beach Boys records -- 45s and albums. While I lived nowhere near any beach, the images intoxicated me. And the music was different -- much beyond anything else I heard. I enjoyed the more adult albums -- Surf's Up, Holland, Sunflower, etc. -- as I became older. I mean "adult" in a thematic sense. And for a couple years they dominated my listening experience. But I retained an almost guilty pleasure in returning to the early records, marveling at how moved I was by the kaleidoscope of sound and imagery. As I became as close as I am likely to be to whatever we might refer to as "mature," I discovered a new truth about the first few records. The music and lyrics were every bit as relevant and emotionally honest as anyone ever laid down on vinyl. They chronicled, in a glorified but emotionally truthful way, the lives of ordinary teenagers and young adults. I never surfed, but I drove hot rods and rode motorcycles. More than that, I knew exactly what Fun, Fun, Fun, In the Parkin' Lot, Help Me Rhonda, I Get Around, Wendy and In My Room felt like. O knew what each of those records had to say was relevant to me. As an uninteresting aside, All Summer Long was the soundtrack to my mourning when an injury forced me to confront the fact I would never play catcher for the Yankees. Something about that record helped me understand that life would continue. To this day, when I hear another record -- Don't Worry Baby -- I think about a girl who helped me through that dark time. In dreams, sometimes, I still hear the snap and crackling of broken bone and cartilage. Don't Worry Baby. Pet Sounds is a soundtrack for love affairs go wrong, and for maturation. Shut Down Vol. 2 is a snapshot of one hot, exciting summer. Both are relevant to my live and to the lives of many others. I have made it a goal since then both to remind my fellow Beach Boys fans that the music, ultimately, is exciting and Fun, Fun, Fun and to highlight essential truths about those earliest records. Save rare exceptions post-Holland, the music became more about capturing a new audience, a lost sound, an elusive "hit." Of course, it was still made by people who mega-talent created some amazing moments. But those early records weren't about anything except a band's desire to tell its story in the only way it could -- by employing the images and imagery of what the band members were and wanted to be, what they lived and wanted to live. Brian Wilson's hopes and dreams, tears and fears, joy and sadness were remarkably congruent to those many of us experienced. His hyper-sensitivity and massive talent allowed him to describe our lives as accurately and honestly as Steinbeck described the lives of the itinerant and the downtrodden. Mike Love's lyrics and those of others were honest, in our world, and were no doubt imbued with the stardust of Brian's inspiration. I don't want to forget that records like All Summer Long are both magnificent and wholly honest. Everytime I have a date, there's only one place to go. Marvellous post, HB, as breathtaking, evocative and moving as the songs and stories you describe.
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