Alison
Moyet has never really been on my radar, but for some reason I have both of her
first two albums on vinyl. I think her first one, Alf, is courtesy of my Dad’s collection. I must have been passed
this, her second album, from somebody else’s vinyl clearout.
I saw Moyet the other night on a television chat show. She looked damn good. I
always remember her as being a rather rotund lady, with big drapey clothes,
standing like a nightclub bouncer, on Top Of The Pops. In fact, she looked like
the female version of Ozzy Osbourne in his tubby post-Sabbath early years.
She’s lost all that weight now, and is quite the fox.
Still, this album belongs in 1987, like her waistline.
Hit: Is This Love?
Hidden Gem: Blow Wind Blow
Welcome to Vinyl Stylus, a blog about good music, and what makes music good.
Here, you'll find Rocks In The Attic - a disc by disc journey through my entire vinyl collection.
In a world full of TV talent shows, greatest hits CDs and manufactured pop, take a stroll through something that's good for your ears and good for your soul.
Here, you'll find Rocks In The Attic - a disc by disc journey through my entire vinyl collection.
In a world full of TV talent shows, greatest hits CDs and manufactured pop, take a stroll through something that's good for your ears and good for your soul.
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Saturday, August 11, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Rocks In The Attic #68: Van Halen - ‘Van Halen’ (1978)
Aside
from a slightly misplaced running order (I so
would have opened this album with Eruption
- something they would do in retrospect on their Best Of Volume 1 package), this is a killer rock album.History - and Ozzy Osbourne - would try and have us believe that Randy Rhoads was the hottest new guitarist on the block at the time, but this debut by Van Halen came out a full two and a half years before Blizzard Of Ozz, and Eddie is on fire here. People say there’s no soul in the way that these guitarists play, but like any virtuoso, soul and feel will always take a backseat to speed and technique.
This album is also very California - although a lot of the music is in minor keys, it feels sunny and happy all the way through, with even some Beach Boys-esque harmonies employed on Feel Your Love Tonight.
When it comes to David Lee Roth versus Sammy Hagar on vocals, obviously the original frontman is the purist’s choice, but those crazy yelps and creams that Lee Roth peppers all over this album is a little off-putting. So the choice comes down to that, or the middle-of-the-road soulful vocals of Hagar. At the end of the day, I’m only listening to Eddie anyway.
Hit: Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love
Hidden Gem: Eruption
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