110. Rocket From the Crypt - Scream, Dracula, Scream
No matter where you are or what you are doing when you listen to it, you'll feel like you're in a darkened barroom in mid afternoon, drinking beers with a bunch of other people who have nothing better to do than hang out in the local dive on a Saturday afternoon and you're ok with that. This album plays while you shoot pool, while you watch a hockey game on the bad-reception tv haphazardly hung on the wall, while you argue with your buddy over the ancient trivia game bolted to the bar. It plays while you eat reheated frozen pizza and while you throw darts aimlessly and by the time Fat Lip is playing there's already been two fights and someone is slumped outside the bar in a heap waiting for his broad to pick him up. And then you all just cool down and drink some more beer and the girls get up and dance a little when Misbeaten plays, and then everyone sings along to Salt Future and you realize that once again you got way too drunk for a Saturday afternoon so you go home and sleep it off so you can start it all over again Sunday and Young Livers plays in your head as you pass out on your bed, in your clothes.
This is one of those albums I think everyone should own. It's pure rock and roll.
This is an album by album review of my entire record collection. This means music spanning almost 40 years, from my Archies record I cut off a cereal box to whatever I bought last week.
This is where I get to be the music critic I always wanted to be, but no magazine would have. These are more like sensory reactions than reviews; it's about what the music did for me, not what it should do for you.
You can read the entire details of the project and why I'm doing it here.