Greetings all. Despite the fact that the world needs another music blog the same way I need a hydrochloric acid enema, I have set this up to rant and rage about new music releases as they come into my cash-strapped hands. As such, updates might be sporadic, but expect at least a few.
If you are in a band and are under the impression that a review might help your exposure, send me an email and we'll work out some method of getting your music into my hands so I can either praise it or slash it to ribbons. Don't feel that you need to be on a major label, or even a minor label, to get a review. I am willing to write about anyone's music provided they send it to me.
More entries will follow. Until then, wait patiently.
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Lyrics of the Day
Oh, the Sisters of Mercy, they are not departed or gone
They were waiting for me when I thought, I just cannot go on
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song
Yes I hope you run into them, you who've been traveling so long
Yeah, you who must leave everything that you cannot control
It begins with your family, but soon it comes 'round to your soul
Well I've been where you're hanging and I think I can see how you're pinned
Yeah, when you're not feeling holy, your loneliness tells that you've sinned
They lay down beside me, I made my confession to them
They touched both my eyes, I touched the dew on their hem
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem
When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right
-Leonard Cohen, "Sisters of Mercy"
They were waiting for me when I thought, I just cannot go on
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song
Yes I hope you run into them, you who've been traveling so long
Yeah, you who must leave everything that you cannot control
It begins with your family, but soon it comes 'round to your soul
Well I've been where you're hanging and I think I can see how you're pinned
Yeah, when you're not feeling holy, your loneliness tells that you've sinned
They lay down beside me, I made my confession to them
They touched both my eyes, I touched the dew on their hem
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem
When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right
-Leonard Cohen, "Sisters of Mercy"
About Rum-Soaked Review
The world needs another music blog like it needs high-strength LSD in the water supply, but I, for some reason, am still doing this. Maybe it's a form of therapy since I really have nothing else to do with my spare time.
If you are in a band and are interested in having your material reviewed under the assumption that music blogs might expand your audience, shoot me an email (it's in my profile) and we'll talk about getting it into my hands in one form or another.
Reviews updated onWednesday, assuming I have material to work with as my budget allows; Lyrics of The Day updated when I remember to find something worth note whenever.
If you are in a band and are interested in having your material reviewed under the assumption that music blogs might expand your audience, shoot me an email (it's in my profile) and we'll talk about getting it into my hands in one form or another.
Reviews updated on
Who is this jerk?
- noiselessinfinity
- I'm someone who writes weird poetry and has a lot of spare time on his hands. I would really like full-time, meaningful employment, so if you could help with that, don't hesitate to make contact in some way.
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- Neko Case, Middle Cyclone
- Nels Cline, Coward
- Tom Waits, Glitter & Doom Live
3 comments:
ghosts review?
a place to bury strangers review?
dig lazarus dig review?
your impressions from the Nachtmusik sessions you've been present for?
i look forward to all of the above.
If you are waiting for packaging to assess, I must warn you, I have read reviews that the standard edition of Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! comes with nothing, so you should scour Amazon.co.uk and get the "special edition" with the booklet and all that. That's what I did, as I didn't want to repeat the Grinderman experience.
As for Ghosts I-IV, this is it. We have it. The pdf, the wallpapers, it's all around us. It's straight to the harddrive. The tangible version you have ordered only comes with sixteen pages. Whether the art is different than what has been released I don't know, but just the lack of package (environmentally responsible) with the aesthetic edification of the big computer pictures is a packaging concept to write about in itself. For taking on writing about an album that leaves me with little to say and much to exude, you have my respect and open ears and eyes.
Present it.
dunno about that dig lazarus dig limited addition packaging. you may have been swindled:
from amazon.com.uk
I think enough has been said already regarding the quality of the music on this CD but what I'd like to comment on is the Ltd Ed package...There are NO Photos and NO "writings" - What you get is a CD in a plain card sleeve along with a sparse booklet of lyrics housed in a card slip cover.
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