Including such holiday favorites as "Death May Be Your Santa Claus" and “Wheel of the Quivering Meat Conception.”
McCartney's seemingly effortless pop-rock command is exhibited in abundance - even in the nooks and crannies of his songs’ hooks and canny ear-candy appeal.
The Sam Sessions: Unabashed Pop, cosmic discombobulation, Beatle-sonic nip-and-tuck. Something to wow everyone.
Avatars of all things psychedelic, the Dukes of Stratosphere are ecstasy for the ears. The ones that are melting down your head right now.
The group's slowed-down psychedelic-sludge cover songs will keep you hanging on, and on, and on, and...
Sparks put a little Gilbert and Sullivan and British Music Hall into pop-rock, with a potent combination of witty wordplay and big dumb fun.
"'Cause this is nothing else if not unreal / When I pretend to touch you, you pretend to feel..."
Brian Wilson gives us a tantalizing foretaste of Pet Sounds. And no, it's not “Bull Session With The ‘Big Daddy.’”
"Every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable": Roddy Frame's biting and biding romanticism plays out in bipolar love songs for the bloodied but unbowed.
“Hey, mister on the radio / Please play my favorite song / The one where she didn’t go away...”
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy, too, but even better is this harrowing and heartfelt masterwork.
The music, the movies, the memories — the dueling-Beatles harmonic convergence with the T-Bird Teens across the street. Oh, and the Buggs!
Excitations, freak flags, and nothing to get hung about: Todd Rundgren faithfully covers some musical ground.
"I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down this same old strip / I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip..."
A live recording from "The Dog Ate the Part We Didn't Like Tour." Everyone enjoyed every sandwich, though.
"I was hearing, hearing something else." So was my pooch, but I get a chance to teach an old dog new tracks.
Fueled by the front-and-center guitar crunch of Robert Quine and Richard Lloyd, Matthew Sweet creates a Poptopian masterwork.
“Instead of all this dumb, dumb insolence / I would be happier with amnesia.”
“May you build a ladder to the stars / And climb on every rung..."
"Tell her there's a spot out 'neath Abram's Bridge / And tell her, there's a darkness on the edge of town..."