Praise for Blue Cathedral: (daqui)
"Laughable in every way. Even though it easily surpasses their self-titled debut album, which is arguably the worst LP ever released. I mean, these are actual grown men composing songs about Harry Potter-esque non-topics as "antlers of the midnight sun" and the "brotherhood of the harvest." They should have just pulled out their Dungeons & Dragons swords and their big brothers' bongs, instead of getting anywhere near a fucking recording studio. Every track (except the requisite "experimental" piece, "Organs," which is, of course, based on a riff played by... brace yourself... an ORGAN [gee, how clever, guyz]) sounds like a hackneyed spoof of the career of a different '70s boogie-rock band or prefab metal band. This album actually makes bands like High Rise and Kyuss sound good/non-retro, and that's a stunning accomplishment. Even the album title is a thinly-veiled reference to corny Neanderthal-rawk influences Blue Cheer and Cathedral, or at least I'd wager it.
Looks like Sub Pop and Matador have each decided to sign their own token (tokin') shitty retro-faux-psychedelic-blooz rock band. (Matador's being Dead Meadow, of course.) Such a sad demise for once-meaningful labels. I hold graying rock critics, and people like certain RYMmings (RYM lemmings) who secretly dream of being graying rock critics, directly responsible for the proliferation of bands like C.O.F.
Bands who do know history are bound to try to repeat it, but that doesn't mean we have to buy it hook, line, and sinker. A few years ago I saw this CD for sale in the $2 bin, and almost bought it just for irony value (and to prevent some other sorry soul from having to eventually own it), but I decided better, partly because it would've been too embarrassing to even bring it to the register.
Plus, haven't we had enough crappy "[burning object] + [indication that it is indeed of elevated temperature]" bands already in recent years? (Cue "This Is Why I'm Hot" by Mims...) Fiery Furnaces, Comets On Fire, Hot Hot Heat... Enough already. And they are all blatant ripoffs of separate decades ('60s, '70s, and '80s, respectively), but I digress. Set Fire To Flames and Last Burning Embers are halfway decent, at least...
Go buy two copies of Bardo Pond's Amanita or Nudeswirl's Nudeswirl or Ash Ra Tempel & T. Leary's Seven Up or Verve's A Storm In Heaven and call me in the morning.There, doesn't that feel much better?"
Para outro tipo de opinião, ver aqui.
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- Sapatos vermelhos
- Frank Galvin (1925-2008)
- Será este o melhor álbum
- Thanks
- Todo o homem
- Faraway, so close
- Fim de citação
- Parque jurássico
- Hemingway é português
- Macacos me mordam
- Le mag
- Anastasia Khitruk
- O último Sinatra
- Algumas imperfeições
- Amor
- Barcelona
- Éter
- Fibra
- Impressionismo
- 16:02 OM
- Verdes anos
- Second life
- O buraco negro
- Escutado há minutos
- Provas de contacto
- Rimbaud/ Zazou/ Cale
- Hector Zazou (1948-2008)
- Anda tudo surdo ou quê?
- 16 graus na esplanada
- Paulo Jorge Gomes Bento
- Um homem
- Zé do Caixão
- Café de todas as manhãs
- Mr. Gross
- Jukebox (excêntrica)
- Duas categorias
- Mestre da cor
- Dias cinzentos
- Pulp friction
- Auto-paródia
- The Host
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