Radio Birdman, Blues Oyster Cult, Rheostatics.
Radio Birdman, Blues Oyster Cult, Rheostatics.
The Hip are definitely overrated by Canadians, their albums are spotty and they've got the worst harmonies this side of Sweet. Their live shows are pretty much awesome, though.
Lifelong BOC fan, but they never seem to play my town. Sigh. I so want to see their live show.
Yes, to Jake and Buck, my fellow BOC icons! Tyranny is pretty hardcore, though — I'd definitely say go for Secret Treaties as a point of entry (though I love them both). Also, Some Enchanted Evening is more hit-filled for a live album. Also, the sadly overlooked Cultosaurus Erectus kicks ass from start to finish.
I dunno, Dear Doctor/No Expectations always puts me to sleep. They might be the same song.
Shattered is a great song ruined by Jagger's increasingly cringe-inducing histrionics. Otherwise, fantastic album, the Stones' last great one.
Tuesday's Gone
Tuesday Afternoon
Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting
Surfer Rosa is my pick, though Facebook won't let you post a photo of it due to the boobies.
Yes, absolutely the Changesbowie cover is a monstrosity, esp. as it wrecks the beautiful Helmut Newton photo of the original Changesonebowie. I think the 2nd grader failed that project.
The only Rush exception is Permanent Waves. All the others pretty much suck.
Really? Houses of the Holy, ugly? I think it's one of the best covers, art-wise, and so is Court of the Crimson King. Zep III was disappointing, but not horrible. You want major-artist bad? Try these:
Yes! to Gut Feeling and Mongoloid (really old weird version here, this one's better: http://www.youtube.com/watc…. Also Uncontrollable Urge, which might be the best opening track of that era.
Gumball Rally
was the first "adult" (non-Disney) movie I saw in a theatre. Then, I think, Holy Grail. Not a bad start.
Holy crap, Wacky Packages. I remember lots — Gadzooka, Busted Finger candy bar, Taffy Cat Food, even (completing the circle) Beanball Cards.
Then you've never heard the atrocity that is Rocka Rolla.
I've been reading the Little House books with my daughters, and they're wonderful — mostly. But I do stop every now and then to explain about the "savage" Indians who were, you know, people with their own culture and habits who had their land taken by other people with different habits.
I used to play the Flash Gordon pinball machine. And someone should sample Under Pressure, that'd make a terrific hiphop track.
Great to see some love for BOC. This is a great album, though I might like Cultosaurus a bit better from this era. Nothing touches the first three though.
Seconded: Blue Oyster Cult's Fire of Unknown Origin, their last great album. Production is dated, like most of this era, but a great set of songs. Also Mob Rules was Heaven and Hell part 2, not a bad thing considering. And Wild Gift and Discipline,
Eric: No, no, no. Killers is my favourite Maiden album, bar none. (It must be noted that I got into then-unknown Maiden as a young teen with their debut, which I rank second.) Di'anno doesn't have Bruce's range. He also didn't wear red spandex or write the cartoonish lyrics that makes so much of post-Number of the…