The Boston Bachelor

By THEBOSTONBACHELOR.COM / February 1, 2008 

I’m going to take your head, you see.  And I’m going to stick it in a fucking vacuum cleaner.  A Dirt Devil full of heavenly angels.  You dig?

Not since Cecil got his new piece has feedback sounded so beautiful.  And it doesn’t hurt that these Scottish blokes were churning out classic pop gems that would make Phil Spector proud.  Or stick a gun in their face.

Just Like Honey.  The Living End.  The Hardest Walk.  In a Hole.  Taste of Cindy.  Some Candy Talking.  Never Understand.  My Little Underground.  You Trip Me Up.  The classics never end, it goes on and on and on and on…

It’s beautiful.  Ear-splittingly abrasive, but beautiful.  Aural sex never hurt so fuckin’ good.

-The Boston Bachelor

Amazon.com Review (Forget the “remaster”–this original import release is the best version to get)
Wikipedia

Introducing a new section on this site: The Great Albums.  It’s about the music that changes your life and the lives of countless others around the world.  It’s those aurgasmic delights that fulfill you in a way nothing else can.  If you’re not a music lover, you’re simply not human.   Enjoy.

-The Boston Bachelor

By THEBOSTONBACHELOR.COM / October 8, 2007 

Forget Sgt. Pepper’s or Revolver, The White Album is The Beatles at their stubborn and absolute best.

It’s a resounding “fuck you” to the rest of the music world, like the breakaway slam that seals the end of a once-close basketball game.  It’s The Beatles saying that not only are they going to do whatever the hell they want, they’re going to best you and your grandmother while they’re at it.

From country to folk to rock to avant-garde to acoustic guitar solo pieces, The White Album is one sprawling, beautiful mess.  It’s ingenious and insane (just don’t read too much into the songs–especially “Helter Skelter”).  As a musician, it makes you want to trade your soul for just a leftover nugget of their genius.  I’ll wager my lucky dime that Brian Wilson ran to the pharmacy as soon as he heard the chorus of “Back in the U.S.S.R.”  Talk about trouncing a surf-pop master at his own game.

The scariest thing is, The White Album plays like a random selection from 4 solo Fab Four albums—yet it still sounds so fucking good.

Well, except for those two tracks where Yoko makes a brief appearance.  Sorry, John.

-The Boston Bachelor

Wikipedia
Amazon.com Review