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Post by Brick Wall on Oct 23, 2018 18:54:26 GMT
Oh fuck me, I'm no purist but a bunch of white guys badly Zepplinifying Sam Cooke's "A Change Is Gonna Come" is one of the most dunderheaded things I've heard in awhile. Thanks to this place and it's Father Time and Beagles links, it's not the worst thing I have heard, but I'm kind of amazed that cover is released by a major label. That being said, watching the SHiTEs convince themselves Greta is the real deal is more fun than watching them convince themselves Egypt Station is s masterpiece. Fuck me that is awful. The Neville Brothers version is fantastic but otherwise nobody should be covering that song. Especially these little fuckwads. Huge Nevilles/Meters/Wild Tchoupitoulas fanboy here. Aaron Neville could sing the fucking phone book, I'd probably buy it. The only Ronstadt album I own is Cry Like a Rainstorm, Howl Like the Wind because it features Neville.
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Post by thisonehurts on Oct 23, 2018 19:03:02 GMT
I think this may be even worse. Listen to the way the little fucker sings "all the village folk know" at 00:28.
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Post by Aural Relations on Oct 23, 2018 19:12:34 GMT
Robert Plant after 3 months of oestrogen treatments and a lobotomy of the talent cortex.
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Post by Brick Wall on Oct 23, 2018 19:19:13 GMT
The Song Remains the Same.
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Post by daved on Oct 23, 2018 19:25:27 GMT
That fucking voice......
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Post by mintyjackhole on Oct 23, 2018 19:27:49 GMT
They can't even sing "Woo yeah!" convincingly. I think Pitchfork nailed it. They are a computer algorithm approximation of classic rock. Normally I wouldn't give a shit, except for covering fucking Sam Cooke.
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Post by Felonious Spunk on Oct 23, 2018 20:34:41 GMT
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Post by Boozin' Susan on Oct 23, 2018 20:55:29 GMT
Yuck! You really need to cleanse the palate after that shit.
Sam Cooke (not a fan of the strings, but Christ is this version smooth...):
Aaron Neville:
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Post by essayceedee on Oct 23, 2018 21:00:17 GMT
Never heard of the little twats, but the Pitchfork review is brilliant.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2018 21:31:47 GMT
If my son were to buy me the GVF album, I'd be in tears, too - except unlike sonofjizz's, mine would be tears of pure rage. Hatred, even.
I'd stay in the bathroom, take a shit, and wait for my son to return. Then I'd grab the ingrate by the hair and duck the cunt in the shit-filled bowl, all the while screaming, 'If that's the thanks I get for introducing you to classic rock and vynil, I wish I'd shot you up your mother's ass instead'. Or something like that.
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Post by mintyjackhole on Oct 23, 2018 21:34:02 GMT
Hevleft the record in the bathroom, are we sure it wasn't for Gnrat?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2018 21:39:26 GMT
Everyone needs to hear this. Outside of Maccunt/Beatard ordure, it doesn't get any worse than this:
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Post by graucho on Oct 23, 2018 21:42:45 GMT
Can't bring myself to listen to Father time AND Greta Van Fleet butchering Sam Cooke in one day.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2018 21:43:09 GMT
Never heard of the little twats, but the Pitchfork review is brilliant. AllMusic: "Greta Van Fleet hail from Frankenmuth, Michigan, home of Bronner's CHRISTmas Wonderland, the store that keeps the holiday spirit alive nearly every day of the year. Living with the specter of Santa is bound to keep a young man residing in a fantasy land, and so it is with Greta Van Fleet: They inhabit a world they never experienced, namely the '70s. Every member of Greta Van Fleet -- which consists of a heap of brothers called Kiszka and a drummer named Danny Wagner, all born too late to witness either Kingdom Come or Jimmy Page & Robert Plant's Unledded reunion -- act as if the earth stopped turning in 1974, the year when Led Zeppelin still traded in myths learned from J.R.R. Tolkien and strode the earth like golden gods. Try as they may -- and, lordy, do they try -- Greta Van Fleet never seem immortal on Anthem of the Peaceful Army, the 2018 album billed as their debut (From the Fires, a record that is only 12 minutes shorter than Anthem, is apparently a double-EP). Blame it on GVF's desperate desire to hit their marks precisely. The group is so intent on recapturing the majestic lumber of Zeppelin at their peak, they dare not miss a step, letting the riffs pile up so they suggest epics. Sometimes, guitarist Jake Kiszka, bassist Sam Kiszka, and drummer Danny Wagner do work up a head of drama -- no swing, of course, because it's harder to replicate John Bonham's beat than approximate Jimmy Page's guitar army -- but they're undone by Jake Kiszka, a singer who is intent on singing with velocity that he can't muster. Jake may be the weak link, but he merely reveals how the whole band seem to have learned their moves from watching late-night concerts on Palladium while buying pre-worn vintage-styled T's at Urban Outfitters. For the band and audience alike, Greta Van Fleet is nothing more than cosplay of the highest order." "Cosplay", loloooool
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Post by Mediocrates on Oct 23, 2018 21:50:55 GMT
Never heard of the little twats, but the Pitchfork review is brilliant. AllMusic: "Greta Van Fleet hail from Frankenmuth, Michigan, home of Bronner's CHRISTmas Wonderland, the store that keeps the holiday spirit alive nearly every day of the year. Living with the specter of Santa is bound to keep a young man residing in a fantasy land, and so it is with Greta Van Fleet: They inhabit a world they never experienced, namely the '70s. Every member of Greta Van Fleet -- which consists of a heap of brothers called Kiszka and a drummer named Danny Wagner, all born too late to witness either Kingdom Come or Jimmy Page & Robert Plant's Unledded reunion -- act as if the earth stopped turning in 1974, the year when Led Zeppelin still traded in myths learned from J.R.R. Tolkien and strode the earth like golden gods. Try as they may -- and, lordy, do they try -- Greta Van Fleet never seem immortal on Anthem of the Peaceful Army, the 2018 album billed as their debut (From the Fires, a record that is only 12 minutes shorter than Anthem, is apparently a double-EP). Blame it on GVF's desperate desire to hit their marks precisely. The group is so intent on recapturing the majestic lumber of Zeppelin at their peak, they dare not miss a step, letting the riffs pile up so they suggest epics. Sometimes, guitarist Jake Kiszka, bassist Sam Kiszka, and drummer Danny Wagner do work up a head of drama -- no swing, of course, because it's harder to replicate John Bonham's beat than approximate Jimmy Page's guitar army -- but they're undone by Jake Kiszka, a singer who is intent on singing with velocity that he can't muster. Jake may be the weak link, but he merely reveals how the whole band seem to have learned their moves from watching late-night concerts on Palladium while buying pre-worn vintage-styled T's at Urban Outfitters. For the band and audience alike, Greta Van Fleet is nothing more than cosplay of the highest order." "Cosplay", loloooool Stephen Thomas Erlewine is my favorite music critic these days.
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