Davey
11-19-2004, 12:08 PM
Taken from Record Collector, Feb 2004 issue
* Actually, there's only 20: Top 100 Lists are overrated too. All text, selectively, taken from the article by RC's Tim Jones.
Barrett, Syd: <i>Opel. Need we say anymore? No wonder you don't even go out for post.</i>
Beach Boys: <i>They started out doing bland, half-arsed Chuck Berry ripoffs. And ended up as one man's mad, overblown gothic folly.</i>
Bowie, David: <i>That people still lap it up makes one despair at the herdlike stupidity of the human race.</i>
Brown, James: <i>His entire career is based on a need to celebrate the sound of a man passing a particularly painful stool over the same, off-kilter riff. Repeated for 30 years.</i>
Byrds: <i>Pioneers of country rock? Some people say that like it's a good thing.</i>
Captain Beefheart: <i>Aside from a couple of vaguely tuneful efforts, it sounds like the inmates have taken over the music room and gone to make plink-plonk while snuffing the contents of the ether cupboard. Unmitigated, discordant toss.</i>
Clash: <i>Big Audio Dynamite were more consistent, fact.</i>
Doors: <i>Today, any pub band in the country will offer up the same kind of dull, plodding rock that the Doors are reputed to have excelled at. Ian Astbury does it better.</i>
Dylan, Bob: <i>Grisly folky nonsense from a man who wrote a clutch of great songs in the 60s and then spent four decades murdering them.</i>
Fall: <i>There's a fine line between being controversial and simply turgid, and Mark E. Smith stepped over it a long time ago.</i>
Iggy Pop: <i>Why people endlessly reference Iggy as a punk instigator is beyond us - garage rock was useless then and it is now. His only value lies in his looks. </i>
Lennon, John: <i>Say what you like about Macca, at least he had toons.</i>
Morrison, Van: <i>Yes, he's a jazz man now but that doesn't earn respect. Retirement might, though. And don't book him to play your pub.</i>
Prince: <i>...became a caricature of his sex-obsessed self and, by the late 90s, he couldn't get arrested. Perhaps he'll imitate Puff Daddy next.</i>
Public Enemy: <i>Recent live excursions into the dreaded jazz-funk field are best left well alone, as are any of their records - once you've heard one, that's more than enough.</i>
Sex Pistols: <i>Bollocks. Even if, by some stretch of the imagination, the Pistols had made anything other than sub-standard run-through rock. And the recent tours are worse than pantomime.</i>
Smiths: <i>Stick the flowers where they won't grow and cheer up, you miserable bastards.</i>
White Stripes: <i>You're nothing but flavour of the month, kids - let's see how popular you are in 2010, shall we. </i>
Young, Neil: <i>One good album per decade. I mean Landing On Water. Why?</i>
Zappa, Frank: <i>...the vast majority of mad Frank's artsy meanderings are interminable tedium bested only by some of his live shows - a sonic Belsen, with xylophones delivering the sonic blow.</i>
The above lifted from the pages at http://www.rocklist.net/recordcollector.htm#100* Most Over-rated Acts in the World
* Actually, there's only 20: Top 100 Lists are overrated too. All text, selectively, taken from the article by RC's Tim Jones.
Barrett, Syd: <i>Opel. Need we say anymore? No wonder you don't even go out for post.</i>
Beach Boys: <i>They started out doing bland, half-arsed Chuck Berry ripoffs. And ended up as one man's mad, overblown gothic folly.</i>
Bowie, David: <i>That people still lap it up makes one despair at the herdlike stupidity of the human race.</i>
Brown, James: <i>His entire career is based on a need to celebrate the sound of a man passing a particularly painful stool over the same, off-kilter riff. Repeated for 30 years.</i>
Byrds: <i>Pioneers of country rock? Some people say that like it's a good thing.</i>
Captain Beefheart: <i>Aside from a couple of vaguely tuneful efforts, it sounds like the inmates have taken over the music room and gone to make plink-plonk while snuffing the contents of the ether cupboard. Unmitigated, discordant toss.</i>
Clash: <i>Big Audio Dynamite were more consistent, fact.</i>
Doors: <i>Today, any pub band in the country will offer up the same kind of dull, plodding rock that the Doors are reputed to have excelled at. Ian Astbury does it better.</i>
Dylan, Bob: <i>Grisly folky nonsense from a man who wrote a clutch of great songs in the 60s and then spent four decades murdering them.</i>
Fall: <i>There's a fine line between being controversial and simply turgid, and Mark E. Smith stepped over it a long time ago.</i>
Iggy Pop: <i>Why people endlessly reference Iggy as a punk instigator is beyond us - garage rock was useless then and it is now. His only value lies in his looks. </i>
Lennon, John: <i>Say what you like about Macca, at least he had toons.</i>
Morrison, Van: <i>Yes, he's a jazz man now but that doesn't earn respect. Retirement might, though. And don't book him to play your pub.</i>
Prince: <i>...became a caricature of his sex-obsessed self and, by the late 90s, he couldn't get arrested. Perhaps he'll imitate Puff Daddy next.</i>
Public Enemy: <i>Recent live excursions into the dreaded jazz-funk field are best left well alone, as are any of their records - once you've heard one, that's more than enough.</i>
Sex Pistols: <i>Bollocks. Even if, by some stretch of the imagination, the Pistols had made anything other than sub-standard run-through rock. And the recent tours are worse than pantomime.</i>
Smiths: <i>Stick the flowers where they won't grow and cheer up, you miserable bastards.</i>
White Stripes: <i>You're nothing but flavour of the month, kids - let's see how popular you are in 2010, shall we. </i>
Young, Neil: <i>One good album per decade. I mean Landing On Water. Why?</i>
Zappa, Frank: <i>...the vast majority of mad Frank's artsy meanderings are interminable tedium bested only by some of his live shows - a sonic Belsen, with xylophones delivering the sonic blow.</i>
The above lifted from the pages at http://www.rocklist.net/recordcollector.htm#100* Most Over-rated Acts in the World