Vinyl Me Please Essentials

I remember Closer getting regular airplay on the radio so I don’t think it would be all that ballsy...

You want ballsy?

Beck - Midnite Vultures

But it’s the RHH album, not Essentials
Closer still gets pretty regular airplay on the radio here. Our rock station plays a lotttt of 70s and 90s
 
A club sending 30,000 copies of albums out to a cross section of socie.ty may not pick an album with Starfuckers Inc. on it or another with Yes and Of Walking Abortion on it. Just a hunch.

So in short picking albums with their content on essentials takes balls, critically regarded or not.
If they're going NIN, they should go all out and pick Downward Spiral from 1994. It would take balls of steel for them to release something with "Closer" on it.

Did y’all forget that Notorious B.I.G. was the ROTM before?
 
Have you listened to it?!

No...

Just this...

For sale?
Dumb ****'s same dumb questions
Virgins?
Listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For £200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 pounds anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There's no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 pounds anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself

...pretty uncompromising critique of consumerism...
 
No...

Just this...

For sale?
Dumb ****'s same dumb questions
Virgins?
Listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For £200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 pounds anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There's no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 pounds anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself

...pretty uncompromising critique of consumerism...
I think if anything, that's an easier sell, to me at least, since it is an artistic exercise from the perspective of a prostitute, as opposed to the blatant misogyny and sex brags on Ready to Die.
 
I think if anything, that's an easier sell, to me at least, since it is an artistic exercise from the perspective of a prostitute, as opposed to the blatant misogyny and sex brags on Ready to Die.

I agree but we live in a weird world where we are conditioned to accept misogyny in mainstream music but balk at searing critiques if they touch on arkward subjects and use bad language...
 
May I also present to you all for consideration "De La Orgee."

The sex interludes are the main reason I'm trading in 3FH&R and Ready to Die to my local shop. If I ever reacquire these albums in the future (a legit possibility), it'll be in the CD format. Much easier to skip.

I'm still mourning the fact that we're not getting PJ Harvey next month.
 
All this talk about goofy obscenity hang ups reminds me of back in the day when Walmart would not carry “explicit” albums and artists would have to alter packaging (Nirvana’s In Utero particularly comes to mind “Rape Me” became “Waif Me” and the aborted fetus on the back cover became like a pond with some turtles and shit in it) to make sure they could get there CD’s on to Walmart shelves as they were like the biggest music retailer in the US for pretty much the entirety of the 90’s. You couldn’t pick up a copy of Dr. Dre’s The Chronic that wasn’t heavily edited but if you walked a bit further back in the store you could purchase an AR-15 and a box of ammo with little difficulty.
 
My guess is Counting Crows - This Desert Life.

20th Anniversary, never been repressed, has my favourite Counting Crows' song:



Added bonus: All the kvetching about how it should've been something else that people think is better/more alt/cooler.

ugh I want this to be it but I know it won't be
 
My guess is Counting Crows - This Desert Life.

20th Anniversary, never been repressed, has my favourite Counting Crows' song:



Added bonus: All the kvetching about how it should've been something else that people think is better/more alt/cooler.

Mrs. Potters Lullaby is such a jam...plus two of my favorites Four Days and High Life. Also, one of the most amazing album covers ever.
 
Back
Top