Albums for Eternity with Bottle, the Curmudgeon

Even though a brand is little more than a prison cell, I'm a business, i need inventory, so yeah I wait for labels to put a bunch of stuff on clearance and grab them up. Half my No Sleep order has already hopped a brown truck all over the country. I'm not here for quick turn around, I'm here to own all the records in my inventory and sell them for a reasonable profit, however long that takes. So, in uploading the recent new batch of underground Hip Hop from Rhymesayers, I had to pull one out. Whenever they do their Mystery Box sale I buy all of them. But I made a promise to myself that if they send me Sa-Roc's The Sharecroppet's Daughter, I'm keeping it for myself. Yoink! Here it is, let's enjoy. So good. At its heart, The Sharecropper's Daughter is a self-empowerment album. Acknowledge what makes you you, help yourself move forward without compromising your goals, and be honest with yourself. There are guest rappers a plenty, but what makes Sa-Roc uniqu

I don't want to be morbid here, but we're at a point where Rock is dying. We're all only ordinary mortal men, yes even the women and the men who are women are men, so we can't help but say maybe Luck and Strange is the last David Gilmour album. What do we hope we're going to get? Do you want The Division Bell Part II? Part of me does, but that seems unfair. David Gilmour isn't beholden to me, he can make whatever kind of music he wants. Solo David Gilmour tends to be a lot like solo John Frusciante, if you're expecting that band they were in, then you might be highly disappointed. Then again, he is also David Gilmour, he's going to sing some dreamily philosophical wistfullness and punctuate it with several guitar solos so poignant they make you literally cry into your rum & coke and play the whole album again 3 or 17 times. Clapton can be God, as long as we all acknowledge Gilmour is 3 or 4 levels beyond the mundanity of such a paltry narcissistic de

Hey, Bottle. C'mon, man. I'm tired. Don't make me have to think. I haven't even said anything yet. But you're going to. You're gonna make me listen to some off the wall album, and I'm going to enjoy it, but it's gonna be weird and awkward and require a ton of reading and fine, screw it, what insane thing are we listening to tonight?  2024 is the year of Sleep Token and Chappell Roan. Nothing against Sleep Token, but they lead down the hallway with Starset and Twenty One Pilots and all those LARP bands and I don't have the brain power to tackle the Massively Multimedia Online Role Playing Genre. Female Drag Queen (or should I say Princess?) is about all I can handle. Chappell Roan's debut album is already a year old (released in September 2023), but she's been releasing trash-pop singles for like 8 years now. She's not new, she just finally found her audience opening for Olivia Rodrigo, and Island said 'well if you're gonna generat

Because The Internet might possibly edge out Between The Buried And Me's Colors for the coveted Bottle of Beef Worst Album for Vinyl Award. They're both fantastic albums that have no business being on vinyl, they're so long they have to be double albums, and they both completely fail to fit themselves into 4 satisfying sections with a pause in between, but BTI has many extra levels of terrible.  1) the side flips happen inside multi-movement works. 2) those multi-movement works don't actually have titles. 3) the track names are only printed inside the insert and you have to physically cross-reference the track list with the track credits to figure out which tracks group together and/or which side they are on. 4) not a gatefold double album, just a 5-sided box with 2 records and an insert stuffed into it. 6) no track names or even side names on the record labels; you have to actually hold the record under strong light and look at the runout etching to figure out which si