Kristy C+ ?
For ADKOT ?
You got the morning and night pills mixed up !
Sleep it off and try again ?
Kristy C+ ?
For ADKOT ?
You got the morning and night pills mixed up !
Sleep it off and try again ?
BABY PANA 2 IS Coming !! All across the land, let the love and beer flow !
Love ya Mary Frances!
Humans Being was never Van Halen's heaviest song anyway. No where near it. We have to place albums in their historical context and relate it to the music of the times, what came before it etc. If we do that, then Van Halen 1 was a pretty heavy album for 1978. Even today, YRGM is easily a heavier track than Humans Being, as is 1980's Romeo Delight- which is just brutal.
fuck this is a good album. been blasting it for six days solid.
Light up the Sky was Heavier than Humans Being.......
as is, and as it should be my friend.
I probably listened to it 10 times in the first day. It sounds so young and aggressive and hip and cool. I could see people moshing to this song if played at that type of club. It made me wonder if Wolvie had much influence. It sounds like something that would be played on my local 99X, which plays all of the new metal and progressive rock.
Somewhere Sammy is cruising in some expensive car that he has mentioned in every interview, listening to the new, real VH.......thinking: "Goddamned.......that sh** IS good!
I hope Wolfie did bring some of that youth swagger. Dad probably told everyone "we need to ROCK
or Wolfie is going to join Nickleback"
Help me I can't get As Is and Honeybaby out of my head and I can't get up! Imagine if we never got the chance to hear the retooled old stuff. That would be tragic.
" You ever notice when I scream I sound like Mr. Bill on acid" DLR
The thing I love about the new album is that the bass is just thumping.
I have never heard a VH album that sounded so good as far as the bass was concerned (and that goes for the Van Hagar stuff as well). Its just gives it a much BIGGER sound.
And Wolf is absolutely just killin' it!
=V V=
ole No.1 The finest
EAT US AND SMILE
Fair Warning has better bass...
The song that has been sticking in my head is Rikk's Mom and her Blues...
Sorry Rikk, Natra made me do it...
Originally posted by perilouspete
fryingdutchman you pretty much own everyone.....sick comebacks, well put. top class wit.
I'd hate to be that sand...
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My karma just ran over your dogma.
Alrighty folks, I'm gonna weigh in on the album review...
IT FUCKING ROCKS. If you don't like this album, you're an idiot. Ed is playing at LUDICROUS levels, Al is killin, and Wolf is shit-hot!!! The riffs are great, Dave sounds great, and the lyrics are cool. Since getting the cd I've gotten 8 speeding tickets, banged 46 strippers, and have drank 4 cases of Jack.
Any other reviews are hereby rendered obsolete. Any nay-sayers can fuckin SUCK IT.
If you listen to fools
The Mob Rules
I banged 72 virgins during Stay Frosty alone...
That all depends...
Put on some Cool And The Gang and chill, all this Van Halen got your testerones all fashing around like your 17 again.
Or have some of your pots, and "mellow down" with the hipjive , hell I don't know .
2015 once smoke 2 smoke ...poke
clara the tiny giraffe make fur curve
Rolling Stone gives it a 3.5 out of 5 stars, with a review that sounds like at least a 4 star rating:
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/al...truth-20120209
We've earned this, right? When David Lee Roth and Van Halen went down their own separate mean streets in the Eighties, who paid the price? We did. Van Halen fans everywhere have suffered through the years, waiting for this reunion. We don't need it to be Fair Warning or Van Halen II. We don't even need it to be Diver Down. We just deserve a break.
Well, as the man used to say: one break, coming up. Van Halen's "heard you missed us, we're back" album is not only the most long-awaited reunion joint in the history of reunion joints, it is – against all reasonable expectations – a real Van Halen album. It's sonically closer to 1984 than to 5150, but it's closer to 1980's Women and Children First than to either – no synth glop, no ballads. Eddie always liked to compare the band's sound to "Godzilla waking up," but this is the real deal. And the old lizard sounds hungry to chomp some power lines.
A Different Kind of Truth is the first Van Halen album since the Nineties dregs of Balance and Van Halen III, which were just humiliating Styx rips. But Eddie has rediscovered his guitar and unplugged the synths, as if Roth's presence reminded Eddie who his band is named after. Since there's never been a single Van Halen fan in history who secretly wished Eddie would put down the guitar and play more keyboards, this is a coup. Especially because Eddie's solos have the fluency of his early Eighties playing – just listen to him stretch out on "Big River" and "Blood and Fire."
If the songs are based on 1970s demos, that was a wise move, because wherever these 13 tunes came from, there isn't a single Waldo on the bus. The tempos are atomic-punk fast, letting Alex Van Halen rock out on the drums for the first time since his flaming-gong days. Original bassist Michael Anthony is missed for his bot- tom end, and even more for his kicked-in-the-nads harmonies. But Wolfgang Van Halen, Eddie's son, acquits himself superbly – he definitely doesn't flunk if anyone asks, "Have you seen Junior's grades?"
As for Diamond Dave, the gods only made one of him, because they couldn't take the competition. Now this is a rock star, except no other rock star would try to get away with this many cornball one-liners ("It's looking like the city towed my other apartment!"). He's lost a high note or two, but the "stone-cold sister soccer moms" he pursues in "Honeybabysweetiedoll" probably like him better this way.
Toward the end, Roth reaches down between his legs, eases the seat back and shifts into "Stay Frosty." It's not just the show-stopper – it's a four-minute anthology of everything that rules about Van Halen. It begins as an acoustic country-blues goof, then switches into metal bombast, as Eddie's fingers and Roth's lips take turns showing off. "Stay Frosty" ends with the trick Van Halen did better than any band ever: the crashing power-chord-and-drumroll finale, which goes on for 30 insane seconds. It's ridiculous. It's obnoxious. It's awesome. This moment alone sums up why the album needed to happen. We've earned it. And so have they.
so there is at least ONE cock sucker at Rolling Stone who knows WTF.
Good to know!! Great Review. Very accurate.
“Why do people say "grow some balls"? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding” ― Betty White
I mentioned this in another thread, but listen to the beginning of AS IS...........I swear it sounds like Alex says.....
1,2,3,4...
Fuck Sammy Hagar...
"As for Diamond Dave, the gods only made one of him, because they couldn't take the competition."
Is this guy Army material or what?
Another great review from Reuters.com:
http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/...98605420120209
A good quote from the review:
"It may only be after the last three decades of lunkhead metal that once-wary critics can fully appreciate just how guiltless a pleasure it is to hear Dave's streams of consciousness complement Eddie's shredding."
"A Different Kind of Truth" is a pretty ponderous name for a not very ponderous album -- Van Halen's first in 28 years with David Lee Roth as frontman. If they'd been in as cheeky a mood titling it as they were in recording it, maybe they could have gone with: "1985."
That's how directly this reunited lineup (give or take a bassist) picks up from where it left off with "1984," Roth's last full studio set with the brothers Van Halen. It really does take place in a different kind of alternate reality where Sammy Hagar, Gary Cherone, and Diamond Dave's Vegas lounge act never happened.
There are a couple of reasons to not find this a fairly joyous listen. One is if you were never a fan to begin with -- fair enough. The other is if you're incorrigibly churlish. Because although it lacks the classic song or three that would lift the album all the way to the level of the vintage canon, "Truth" finds the fiftysomethings playing and singing like kids, albeit the kids who already sounded impossibly virtuosic and raunchy/wise beyond their years as a teen-prodigy garage band in the mid-'70s.
Also read: Van Halen (Not Van Hagar) Announce 2012 Tour
The opening track, "Tattoo" -- which met with mixed reactions as the first single -- sounds like an attempt to follow in the lighter footsteps of "Jump," the band's biggest and poppiest vintage hit. It's an already underrated song that marries the band's ludicrously funny and barely serious sides, as Roth weaves a series of ink-related anecdotes, from the aging gal trying to spice up her life with some self-illustration ("Tramp stamp tat/Mousewife to momshell, in the time it takes to get that new tattoo") to the young patriot who gets his uncle's military unit number branded on his shoulder.
After "Tattoo," anyway, the rest of the album passes without the band showing any more mercenary interest in crafting a single, as the tracks mostly lock into a blues-boogie hyperdrive halfway between Black Oak Arkansas and speed-metal -- fancied up, of course, with quick bursts of hooky vocal harmonies and the constant overlay of Roth's stand-up comedy act. Roth continues to be Henny Youngman with a philosophical side and a mean high kick here, with a pretty good ratio of zingers ("Love 'em all, I says/Let Cupid sort 'em out"; "suburban garage-a-trois") to clinkers ("My karma ran over my dogma"? Really, Dave?).
It may only be after the last three decades of lunkhead metal that once-wary critics can fully appreciate just how guiltless a pleasure it is to hear Dave's streams of consciousness complement Eddie's shredding. As ever, they're the Burns and Allen of rock. Not that straight-woman Grace ever came off as a combination of skilled surgeon and piledriver, the way Eddie Van Halen does when he's piling more notes into a solo than any human before him ever has and still bringing the songs in at (mostly) under four minutes.
In "Chinatown," an impossibly fast fantasia about imagined gangland wars and lust in the old town, the guitarist sounds like he might be trying to do some sort of variation on an Asian riff. Or, he might just be going insane -- he's simply playing too fast for us to be able to tell.
We'd like to be able to say that fired bassist Michael Anthony is sorely missed, but, truth be told, newish member Wolfgang Van Halen -- Eddie's son, who joined up for the 2007-8 reunion tour -- does a more-than-fair job of replacing the original bass player's high harmonies as well as low-end responsibilities. Drummer Alex Van Halen hasn't lost a beat, literally, and feet do not fail him when the double bass drums kick in on the good-kind-of-migraine-inducing "Bullethead."
Among the singer's more memorable contributions, Roth adds an "Ice Cream Man"-style acoustic intro to his extended riffs on contemporary religion in "Stay Frosty" ("God is love but get it in writing"). He's not above paraphrasing Dylan for a laugh ("How many roads must a man walk down before he admits he is lost"), but his best set of cultural references comes with "You and Your Blues," where Roth rejects lines from almost a dozen different blues standards in the course of complaining about his woman's foul disposition.
"Selective amnesia is just a heartbeat away," Roth promises in "The Trouble With Never." If you want to do "The Vow" one better and momentarily wipe the entire MTV era from your memory bank, you really couldn't hope for much better of a brain-cell eliminator than this agreeably time-tripping return to form.
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