But from the brutal synthesizer stabs and Carl Wilson's throaty yell, "Harrahhh!" on the opening track, it's clear this is no ordinary Beach Boys LP.
Nothing on this entire album qualifies as "brutal," and the synthesizers do not in any universe, no matter how beachy, "stab" anything. There are no "throaty yells." When I saw this record in the cheapo bin, I thought of this review and snapped it up, excited and curious to see how the Beach Boys could possibly assimilate these freaked-out, terrifying sounds. Unfortunately the better description would probably be "muffled synthesizer warbles" and "Carl Wilson's genial exclamation, 'Hey!'"
As it so happens, I ended up pretty much liking the album, so it wasn't a total waste of $4. But I was expecting something at least as bombastic and out-of-left-field as, I don't know, "Save The Life Of My Child." Has this ever happened to anyone else?
― Doctor Casino (Doctor Casino), Monday, 7 August 2006 01:43 (nineteen years ago)
― scott seward (scott seward), Monday, 7 August 2006 01:55 (nineteen years ago)
― Adam S S (Zephery), Monday, 7 August 2006 02:44 (nineteen years ago)
― Marmot (marmotwolof), Monday, 7 August 2006 02:54 (nineteen years ago)
I find R. Unterberger's (sp?) reviews of 60s bands to be annoying, he has an extremely narrow view about what constitiutes "classic" and i've read countless reviews where he's dismissed great records as being minor/lesser/not worthy. Loosen up, dude, fuck a canon.
― timmy tannin (pompous), Monday, 7 August 2006 03:17 (nineteen years ago)
Probably all of them. (My favorite album of all time is actually Don Johnson's Heartbeat.)
I always see Ned as more of a post-1977 type guy, so it was fun to see him expound on something a bit earlier.
Thank yer -- FWIW, most of the reviews you see of 'catalog' stuff is from a stretch of time in the late nineties/early part of this decade when I was essentially reviewing my record collection to a large extent, and which is fairly well dominated by mid-seventies stuff onward (still is, to be sure). A few years back there was a sitewide decision to limit freelancers to recent albums or reissues, and so I've concentrated on new releases since then. I actually don't mind that at all because it keeps me listening to new releases a lot, as well as new reissues of older material, and I've made a lot of good discoveries along the way as a result.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 7 August 2006 03:29 (nineteen years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 7 August 2006 03:31 (nineteen years ago)
― Telephonething (Telephonething), Monday, 7 August 2006 05:27 (nineteen years ago)
― don (dow), Monday, 7 August 2006 05:34 (nineteen years ago)
― Rudy Wontfail (dow), Monday, 7 August 2006 05:38 (nineteen years ago)
― Louis Jagger (Haberdager), Monday, 7 August 2006 10:17 (nineteen years ago)
― pdf (Phil Freeman), Monday, 7 August 2006 10:22 (nineteen years ago)
― wogan lenin (dog latin), Monday, 7 August 2006 10:26 (nineteen years ago)
― christopherscottknudsen (christopherscottknudsen), Monday, 7 August 2006 10:42 (nineteen years ago)
― tiit (tiit), Monday, 7 August 2006 11:04 (nineteen years ago)
And why does Bad Religion's Into The Unknown merit nary a negative word?!? Instead it's called "extremely influental" ... strange description for a half-baked stab at some slightly aged commercial musical trends of the time? The thought that this effort was somehow ahead of its time by 15 years is laughable ... I must have missed that brief era of the J. Geils Band's critical reassessment.
― zaxxon25 (zaxxon25), Monday, 7 August 2006 20:28 (nineteen years ago)
― Mallory L . O'Donnell (That Bitch Camille), Monday, 7 August 2006 20:38 (nineteen years ago)
AlbumTin of Drum
Rating AMG Pick4.5 Stars
Release DateSep 22, 1998
LabelStaalplaat
Genre Styles * Electronica * Dark Ambient * Electronica * Minimalism * Experimental
AMG Album IDR 376470
Corrections to this Entry? Review by Jim Brenholts
Musically, as Rapoon, Robin Storey has been treading dangerously close to the edges of damnation. Tin of Drum is the culmination of years of flirtation and preparation. If, indeed, there is a hell in the afterlife, Storey has created the soundtrack. This CD is as deep and as dark as it gets. Anything that is deeper and darker is no longer music. The atmospheres are bleak and hopeless. There are moments of brief respite when the spirit lifts up to merely evil. This absolute masterpiece is as scary as, well, hell! It will appeal to fans of Jeff Greinke, Laszlo Hortobagyi, and Lustmord.
― ferzaffe (flezaffe), Monday, 7 August 2006 20:45 (nineteen years ago)
― ferzaffe (flezaffe), Monday, 7 August 2006 20:46 (nineteen years ago)
― Jena (JenaP), Monday, 7 August 2006 20:54 (nineteen years ago)
― Louis Jagger (Haberdager), Monday, 7 August 2006 21:02 (nineteen years ago)
Cub Koda (RIP) Jeff Tamarkin and to a lesser extent Bruce Eder were/are kinda anti-Unterbergers. That is, they generally praise things Richie wouldn't touch w/a paisley 10 ft pole.
― Picnics and Pixie Stix (Charles McCain), Monday, 7 August 2006 21:53 (nineteen years ago)
― don (dow), Monday, 7 August 2006 22:30 (nineteen years ago)
― paid in cigarettes (paid in cigarettes), Tuesday, 8 August 2006 07:40 (nineteen years ago)
― christopherscottknudsen (christopherscottknudsen), Tuesday, 8 August 2006 10:48 (nineteen years ago)