[Review] The Stranglers: No More Heroes (1977)
A deliberately darker and more vulgar record than the first, but with shockingly good results.
A deliberately darker and more vulgar record than the first, but with shockingly good results.
Harold Budd revisits the haunted Low-lands of Bowie & Eno for two somber sound-sculptures.
A song about suicide was probably dead on arrival, even with handclaps and new vocals.
How much does an album have to rock to make you forget there’s a smiling dragon on the cover? This much.
Your dogs would be barking too if you had to carry your son for miles on your back.
With a visually arresting video, this song announced there was a new sheriff in town and his name was Sting.
Another tasty musical feast of 90s alternative rock that sounds like CvB in a cranky, proggy mood.
Fee attempts to cash in on The Tubes’ success, but comes up a day late and a dollar short.
The band gets their feet wet with their first recorded single, featuring two psychedelic blues originals.
The value meal of metal: Anthrax, rap, a sense of humor and Sabbath, all for about six bucks.
If you crossed The Beatles with Elvis Costello, you’d end up with something like Argybargy.
More Beatles than Berry and nowhere near Beethoven, it was a kindness that Ludwig was already deaf and dead.
Recorded in between their first and second albums, this is four thick, meaty slices of classic Beefheart blues-rock dementia.
A live album that chronicles the band’s first Transatlantic Tour and features selections from their first two records.
A group of industry veterans proves that if you can’t beat them, beatbox them.