|I walk or crawl 'cause it's easy for me I am unsure of my mind and speech I wanna say thank you to all my friends I won't complain about beginnings...||See the rest of the song lyrics|
MagnetJun 18, 2014This Machine Kills Artists is definitely lengthier than need be, but if this album has an intended accomplishment, it's further illustrating the expanding range of Osborne's songwriting abilities. [No. 110, p.59]
The WireJul 14, 2014Without a doubt these are good songs, and Osborne's vocal is always ear grabbing. But I'd love to hear the full band versions they deserve. [Jun 2014, p.55]
Classic Rock MagazineDec 18, 2014At 17 tracks, it becomes a bit of a repetitive slog towards the end, but it's good to see that this old dog has just as much bite as ever when he strays. [Aug 2014, p. 209]
Positive: 1 out of 1
Mixed: 0 out of 1
Negative: 0 out of 1
May 17, 2016Please forgive my 2 year late review but I never would have believed that this album would have been relegated to such treatment. This onlyPlease forgive my 2 year late review but I never would have believed that this album would have been relegated to such treatment. This only proves how jaded "professional reviewers" have become. Seeing that this album was made by one man nearing his 50's, and that he most likely hates all that "professional reviews" represent...I could possibly understand the scores as if they thought his very existence was a personal slight.
Sorry guys, this isn't made for radio **** This album is a guy and an acoustic guitar. And this album still has far more personality than the vast majority of the crap force fed to the masses these days.
Want to hear a true unknown legend (unknown to the masses but widely accepted as a god by those within the industry)? Then sit back and enjoy perfection. Google the man and see what he helped create. After doing so respect the longevity of his career, his abrasive non-commercialism, his influence upon several genre's of music, and the balls it takes to put together this album.
"This Machine Kills Artists"....part of that machine are these so-called "professional critics". A bunch of bought and sold nut-cuppers with the integrity of a filet-o-fish. They wouldn't recognize music for music's sake if you slapped them in the face with a red herring. They are not musicians, they are not artists, they are hacks.
This album, and yes I call it an album, is pure acoustic bliss. Yes, it has it's highs and lows but when listened to in its entirety it is truly a complete masterpiece. This was not recorded with an eye to commercial success. It was recorded as a labor of love. It should be appreciated as such.
It simply is a one man acoustic tour de force.
The opening song, "Dark Brown Teeth" sets the tone perfectly and says much about professional critics; whether intentionally or not. But each song melts organically from one to the next.
"Laid Back Walking" is an amazing track albeit far too short. "Vaulting Over a Microphone" is a languishing lament. And then "New River"...listen to that critics...
"The Ripping Driving" is as rock n' roll as you can ever aspire to be...but it takes only
King Buzzo and his guitar to pull it off.
Quite frankly not only the name of the album but the names of the song's prove that this is an indictment upon the music industry as a whole. King Buzzo presents a very powerful case. Appreciate what has been given to you critical twits and realize that music is not a popularity contest...at best it is an expression of honesty laid bare...it is not something to be commercialized.
It is what it is.
And given the drivel that is considered music these days it is damned near perfect.… Expand