Listened: Wednesday September 1
When Lemonjelly released their first album, I remember it seeming kind of cool and groundbreaking. It’s loungy-samply chill-out music and it was released at a time when such was beginning to be in vogue.
I’m not so sure I like it anymore, since that style has been done to death by now. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate it, but it’s no longer that interesting.
Listened: Wednesday September 1
B&S veer far into their 60s fetishism with the Legal Man single, and even do an instrumental, which is rare.
This was the first single to come out after a 2 year drought, and it was the first single I hotly anticipated after becoming a fan. Even for them it is a quite weird single, as Stuart doesn’t sing on any of the songs.
Listened: Wednesday September 1
LZ make a good recovery from the wankiness of III on IV. Stairway to Heaven is a little overrated, though. I prefer most of the songs on this album to that one.
Definite headbang moments on Black Dog, Rock and Roll (though it reminds me of Cadillacs), Misty Mountain Hop, and When The Levee Breaks.
The cover art makes me think of Wayne’s World – back in middle school I owned this silly book. In it is a list of albums Garth and Wayne think are cool. They describe this one as “That Led Zeppelin album with that guy with the sticks on his back.” Not knowing anything about this album at the time I thought that sounded incredibly bizarre. Well, actually now that I do know about this album it still is kind of a weird image.
Listened: Wednesday September 1
While I have to give Immigrant Song and Out On The Tiles some props, LZIII is a little too vocally and instrumentally wanky for my taste. It’s not as cohesive as I or II.
Listened: Wednesday September 1
There are some great songs on II (Thank You, the badass drum solo on Moby Dick, Bring It On Home) but to me it’s all about Whole Lotta Love. It’s porn in song form. And I don’t mean song porn. I mean actual (though relatively inexplicit) porn.
I will always associate it with Web 2.0 bowling. Whole Lotta Love was playing at the bowling alley as the winning company accepted their trophy. The CEO of that company was older than most of the people in the tournament (but still not all that old, maybe 40) and in many ways clearly felt the need to assert his dominance in compensation for his advanced age. The testosterone was palpable. Hence always easily remembering that Whole Lotta Love was playing as the soundtrack to this event.
