| >> | No.55331415 File: 332 KB, 1000x1000, Islands_-_Original_Cropped_Cover.jpg [Show reposts] Image reverse search: [iqdb] [google] So you say you're a big fan of very poorly- (and slowly-) paced classical/jazz/pop that doesn't go anywhere at all? You love to hear a band that seems to have no idea what the hell it is they're trying to accomplish? Look no further, my man! My MAAAAAAY-AY-AIN man! Aside from one kickass blast jam ("Sailor's Tale") and a couple of lovely sax passages strewn throughout, this whole album is like Sominex. In some way. I think because you eat this album with water.
The singer on this one is Boz Burrell, later to join rock gods Bad Company. The guitarist is Robert Fripp but you hardly hear him anyway - he's too busy creating important piano/string/horn-buried pompous art music to bother actually playing the guitar (aside from "Sailor's Tale," of course). What was he trying to do at this point in his career???? It's not hippie music, it's not free jazz (aside from a couple of key moments), if it's meant as classical, it's worthless oversimplified classical, if it's rock, it's fucking AWFUL rock ("Ladies Of The Road" is both bland AND sexist! Much like me, except I'm bland OR sexist!). Time to call it day, ol' Fripp. You suck. |