Showing posts with label kid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kid. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2021

Day 0877 - Devil Without a Cause

Kid Rock “Devil Without a Cause” (1998)

 

These days it can be easy to just think of Kid Rock as the grinning grease-stain in ‘stars and stripes’ pants playing golf with Donald Trump and forget that he used to be a musician.

Rock’s association with Trump seems appropriate as his lyrics dwell in misogyny, greed and lashing out at those who he felt had not helped him or had held him back.  On the title track he classily invites his detractors to “shut up or put his balls in their mouths”.

Rock’s lyrics reflect his reinvention from straight hip-hop to his ‘cowboy pimp rockstar’ persona.   Revelling in his sleaze and trashiness as he goes on about ‘bitches’ and ‘hoes’ and a ‘hose’ (a garden hose made of solid gold, don’tcha know).

Lyrics aside though, I do find it hard to fault the album musically.  From the opening chant and stonking riffs of single “Bawitdaba” into the mix of styles on the twangy country “Cowboy” which almost feels like it could be a Beck song.   There’s the Rage Against the Machine-esque but ridiculously titled “Fist of Rage”.   All in all, the music is an interesting mix of hiphop, metal, country and even a touch of funk.  

The main issue then (aside from the lyrics) is that the runtime is in excess of 70 minutes (ditto with a few of the albums in this part of the list).  It’s hard to maintain interest for that length of runtime unless it’s a release from one of your absolute favourite artists.

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Day 0477 - The Pretenders

The Pretenders "The Pretenders" (1980)


Another of the many bands that I had heard of and really wanted to check out.  This list has made for a good motivation to get on with it.

According to what I've read, Chrissie Hynde was working as a writer for NME magazine in the UK and hanging out with Clash and Sex Pistols, even working in Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood's SEX shop in London. A few of the punkers in the area didn't think much of Hynde and her musical aspirations. It was Lemmy from Motörhead who pushed her to put her money where her mouth was and get the band going.

Some great punky stuff in here mixed with some more pop moments and even a Police-esque new-wave reggae groove to "Private Life". Hynde's voice ties it all nicely together; alternately wailing, snarling or cooing. I recognised the track 'brass in pocket'.

Interestingly Madonna listed Hynde as one of the people who really inspired her to go and make music.