Mojo Magazine's 100 Greatest Albums Of All Time

Benny Bunter

Well-known member
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
People close themselves off from liking stuff, don't they. I do it of course, you close your sympathies off, strangle them in the cradle, I'm not the sort of person who likes this, that would entail a personality shift, new clothes, new friends.

This is also a (for want of a better word?) political thing, in that some people would feel that because mojo didn't include more diverse music than this all the stuff in this top 100 is condemned by association as being shit. And then you've got the reverse mojo feeling of "they're just ticking diversity boxes here, this really isn't good music".

Nobody can be right or wrong, our motives and sensibilities are never "pure". Which only really matters when you're arguing about music on the internet.
 

Simon silverdollarcircle

Well-known member
I don't like listening to steely Dan, really, but I do think they are morbidly fascinating. I mean what are they trying to do? They don't seem to be enjoying it. They don't seem to even like what they do. There's something really sick and depraved about them, something cold and heartless and genuinely evil.

Steely Dan are the devil's emissiaries
 

craner

Beast of Burden
I spent 48 hours in Nashville and for that time, and for the only time in my life, I could feel the point and the beauty of C&W. By the time I got to New Orleans it had faded. By the time I was back in Barry it just seemed like an episode of brain fever.
 

Leo

Well-known member
one aspect of appeal with steely dan is their psychotic, depraved, occasionally pervy self-hating lyrics juxtaposed against the smoothest, most commercially acceptable Southern California session musician jazz rock.
 
Last edited:

Leo

Well-known member
Agents of the law
Luckless pedestrian
I know you're out there
With rage in your eyes and your megaphones
Saying all is forgiven
Mad dog surrender
How can I answer
A man of my mind can do anything

I'm a bookkeeper's son
I don't want to shoot no one
Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive
Got a case of dynamite
I could hold out here all night
Yes I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive

Can you hear the evil crowd
The lies and the laughter
I hear my inside
The mechanized hum of another world
Where no sun is shining
No red light flashing
Here in this darkness
I know what I've done
I know all at once who I am

I'm a bookkeeper's son
I don't want to shoot no one
Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive
Got a case of dynamite
I could hold out here all night
Yes I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive
 

luka

Well-known member
im listening to all of blood on the tracks. i love it. its brilliant audacious hilarious.
 
People close themselves off from liking stuff, don't they. I do it of course, you close your sympathies off, strangle them in the cradle, I'm not the sort of person who likes this, that would entail a personality shift, new clothes, new friends.

This is also a (for want of a better word?) political thing, in that some people would feel that because mojo didn't include more diverse music than this all the stuff in this top 100 is condemned by association as being shit. And then you've got the reverse mojo feeling of "they're just ticking diversity boxes here, this really isn't good music".

Nobody can be right or wrong, our motives and sensibilities are never "pure". Which only really matters when you're arguing about music on the internet.

it takes courage to remain open and curious and have some vitality, especially as you approach middle age when it gets extremely difficult to not look like a wayward nonce. I respect the risks taken in resisting this pressure to be dignified and know your place. there's other changes too of course, but social pressure and peer group and identity is a big one
 

Simon silverdollarcircle

Well-known member
I remember reading something about steely Dan on the internet a few months ago and it was so good, so perceptive. And I thought fucking hell is this one of the best prices of writing about music I've ever read. And then I got to the end and learnt that the writer was some semi notorious alt right guy.

I slammed my laptop shut, disgusted with myself.

That's what steely dan do. It's a step over into the dark side.
 
Top