Yeah, I read this review as "Something something tits something something really spectacular tits I mean just look at the things something something music tits. Tits."

I don't know. I think the sound quality, mix, tone are pretty good, but the performance? Sounded a bit weary and phoned in to me.

It was supposed to be a country bar—why not open with some Hank Williams? "Honky Tonkin'" might be just the ticket.

He knew quite a few people who died, it turns out.

Have you had the throwback Mountain Dew? It's like eating an entire 10-pound bag of sugar and then biting a slice of lime.

Football will continue, but I don't think it'll be that long before there are virtually no middle class kids left in the sport.

Yep. That's what did it for me. I've been a huge fan for most of my life, an NFL season ticket holder, and a college supporter. I watched the entire program in abject horror, but somewhere in my subconscious, I still knew I'd watch football.

Blind Melon at the end were starting to get interesting. They were heading toward a Yes-style prog rock… something. I might have been cool to see where they went with it.

@avclub-f0c28c550d55c407a393cd97dc40e763:disqus The problem with Brian Johnson is that his voice has been completely shot since Back in Black and they refuse to acknowledge it or get rid of him. Every live AC/DC show you ever see (which at this point won't be many, granted) will be MASSACRED by Johnson's inability to…

I liked them better when they were called The Faces.

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Plus their lead singer opened the door for the whole therapy rock thing.

I'm trying to imagine a Moby/Bowie barbecue:

Well, that's certainly not what I expected Cheetah Chrome to a) look like b) sound like. Cool.

Huh. I bought both CDs when they came out back in the day. They struck me as competent Helmet clones. I liked them, but they didn't really wow me.

My new band? Sledgehammer Fight!

Yeah, that was basically the worst-kept secret in the music world, and Elastica were so damned good no one gave a shit.

Actually. TransducerX is correct. While it seems inconceivable now, RHCP were once the toast of the alternative town. In fact, Spin magazine—which in the '80s was quite relevant—called RHCP the best band in the world in either '85 or '86. Believe me, a Chili Peppers show in 1982–1986 was A Big Deal.

My favorite performance of all time. I saw this live when I was 12 and it absolutely blew my mind.

This is so weird. I was searching around Spotify for some new power pop Tuesday and came across this guy. The Mice were great, but his solo albums are really something; I found solid track after solid track on all of them.