Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours is one of the truly iconic records of the 1970s. Like Led Zeppelin’s IV, Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Moon and the Eagles’ Hotel California, Rumours spent a lot of time spinning on turntables everywhere
In our initial review on Jack White’s forthcoming 2012 solo debut, we breathlessly likened Blunderbuss to “a ready-made greatest-hits package.” But there’s more to be said.
This album was simultaneously the Beatles at their best, and the sound of a band disintegrating. Such is the power and magic of Abbey Road.
So here’s the question: just what, exactly, are aging rock musicians supposed to do as the last few calendar pages flip by? Sure, Roger Daltry sang “I hope I die before I get old.” Things are getting interesting now
Great albums most often prick at you and provoke you. Great albums challenge you by not being exactly what you’d expected. Unfortunately, sometimes bad albums do exactly the same thing.
I’m at that point in my fandom of guitarist Mike Keneally where I pretty much like everything he does.
Best-of albums are starting to make sense to me. Is that nostalgia? Or perhaps I’m just getting old.
You can argue as much as you want whether this was the Who, or — as Roger Daltrey was fond of putting it — Who2, or as some jokingly said, “The Two,” or should have been a Pete Townshend album
It’s time to go back and reevaluate Paul McCartney and Wings’ unjustly ignored Back to the Egg.
Damn, how disappointing this album was the first few times through. I even applied my “five times” rule
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