![this is spinal tap soundtrack rar this is spinal tap soundtrack rar](https://dangerousminds.net/content/uploads/images/made/content/uploads/images/foolTHGEMOVE_465_463_int.jpg)
“Silly Love” featured a metal riff behind silly singing of the word silly, then becomes a totally different song before veering back to the metal riff. “The Worst Band in the World” was annoying, “Hotel” was weird, and “Clockwork Creep” was, well not creepy, just crappy. Does 10cc know who they are or what their style is? I don’t after one listen. So many artists on the 1001 that lack a cohesive identity. It gives one the light and carefree vibes with its stellar and playful sounds despite singing about topics like time bombs in airplanes. It's fragile, it's inconsistent, and it's pretty weird, and I like it. But for me, it's just an aimless and fun fiddling with the sound. This wildly adventurous album might seem like a mediocre album trying very hard to make something unique, or to change the course of pop and rock during that time. Take note that they admitted being the worst band in the world. And with such sparse and hit-and-miss process, it's unsurprisingly a messy album.Īnd is "Sheet Music" a shit music? Well, yes. All of the six pairings produced at least one song (Creme and Godley seem to like each other a lot, though). In just a bit more than thirty minutes, these guys went wild with the sounds of pop/rock during that time. Six pairings of Stewart, Gouldman, Godley, Creme. A lot of the supposed 'canon' of the 1970s is bloated and dull, and this is very much not. I may be harsh hear, but bear in mind that I have only given one 70s album more than three stars so far, and this is the first to do this well. This could easily have been a five star album had it not aged so badly (and possibly if I didn't view 10cc as a slightly less good Sparks). Thankfully it picks up again for the last two tracks, especially Oh Effendi, which manages to both satirise and be better than the Eagles at their own game. However, the fact it's followed by the embarrassing exoticism of Baron Samedi, which is possibly one degree less awkward than Ian Fleming's writing about the same suggests that parts of this album's humour, which is largely a blessing, have aged like urine rather than wine. Actually, given Weinstein et Al, possibly not that dated. And then goes to some dated, but undeniably funny gags about how shady Hollywood is. Somewhere in Hollywood has a very OTT, musical type energy to it. Old Wild Men is a little less good, very nice sounding but lacking the fun bite of the first three songs. Hotel is also great - like Dreadlock Holiday, years ahead of its time at laughing at cultural appropriation, while culturally appropiating. I like both of these things, so they are off to a good start! I know Wall Street Shuffle and The Worst Band in the World. Oddly, I know the cover for this album was photographed 5 minutes from my old home, just off Wood Green high street in North London, despite never having listened to it!