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Blondie's back, looking for an easy way out! Ailwyn ReesAliens Exist? Venus Euphoric
Very "Debbie Harry" sounding to begin with, alongside guitars being played with a lot of angst, then the whole song becoming quite progressive! The bass? Perhaps use the low end more, or tweak it up a few decibels in the mix? Once the track reached the progressive section, the melody came into it's own, and I found myself bumping up most of the aspect scores! Definitely worthy of more listens...
let it be, stairway to heaven, the national anthem - move on cjdeneciaSabe - Part 1 DrNoose & Jambone
soooo simple .... a piano with 2 fingers. an organ with one. a voice with a point to make. if not a melody to sing. the production is adequate. can't say I like the manufactured phono record noise but apparently it was a key to the vibe so ok .... but in an original song like this where parody is written into it automatically, what the hell ... I dunno ... I'm on my second listen and I'm a bit endeared by the whole thing but at the same time, I'm realizing that I won't be able to hear it too many times before I never wanna hear it again. the lyrics are sorta ironic and ever so much quaintly cheap and easy. and they're sung by a voice that doesn't sing as much as simply sorta lightly yell and emote. and there is no real melody but on the other hand, that's sorta the point that isn't lost on my rather impatient ear. but it is a joke and I get it. I just don't think it's one I'm gonna really consider sharing at a party. or with work colleagues. or with mom. or mom's cat. but hey ... sabot. or whatever you said .....
This is how pop of the year 2000 was... stebanOut Of My Mind The Case for Infidelity
... as if it never died, au contraire, it flourished, becoming a polished pop format that survives with iconic glory in the modern world. So what is it about it that compels me to say this? First, it fully embraces the electric effects to achieve its noticeable rhythm and tone, be it the drums with their drum machine magic, once a newness in and of itself that inspired a post disco adolescent dance floor ambiance, or the delicately applied vocoder vocals, hearkening back to those now classic boy bands. The melody is gentle, emo without attitude, pop produced for Disney or Nickelodeon young teens with true love still in their dreams, pure, serious angst without a trace of irony or humor conveyed. I am not sure how hard it is to evoke such untainted feeling because on the surface it seems like it is extremely easy. In reality it is probably an art form I simply fail to fully appreciate. Surprisingly, however, the words aren't too trite, a plus. That being said, there is potential here for a place in that niche market, a song to complement the life drama of a slew of TV shows and movies past and present and probably future, even if not on my old person playlist. Kudos for that!
Tired of you.... Ailwyn ReesTired of You Jay & Luke
Tired of repetitive lyrics. I understand that you had probably had enough of someone? I was just about to switch off completely when this lovely mellow guitar kicked in, stole the show, somewhat blew me away, then rather abruptly faded. Just when you thought it was all over, there was a 3 sec burst of quiet drums, a curious outro! The bass was lost in the mix somewhere... could perhaps come up a couple of decibels? It was all quite melodic, but I did get fed-up with the repeated phrase... tired of you....
Classy Classic Jazzy Sweet Pop stebanUpper Hand Pat
The song isn't all that original, but it has a strong mixture of acoustic guitar, electric guitar and bass, brush drums, and soft Chicago horns backing up a likable male voice delivering some cleverly phrased lyrics that could have been created 50 years ago or more. It is the kind of song one appreciates for its musicality. Each instrument is played with perfectly controlled pure tone. The guitars ring like beautiful bells at all the right places, in ideal arrangement with a bass that completely reinforces the jazz club mood. And then the brass steps forward, reserved and yet totally impressive to solidify the nightclub lounge feel, as if ordering the audience a neat martini while the cigarette girl strolls by. One has to admire an artist who dares to make such music so in time and so out of step with the current crop of pop music. I suppose this is pop for old people or young people with older souls. Maybe I'm somewhere in the middle, maybe I am a little too cool, or uncool, but I am all in all OK with the concept and the message. Great job!