To keep everyone awake as we wait for opening day, reigning champion Hunks Clubhouse has decided to shower all with his favorite albums of all time. Just keep in mind, like Rolling Stone Mag loves suckling the donger's of the Beatles, the Stones and Bob "lame ass" Dylan, the Hunks also have an affinity to the sounds of his young adult and adulthood. While individual songs are easier to tie childhood memories and events, these albums represent more of what Mr. Hunk is about. While a top fifty list would probably include more "classic" albums, the tops 25 has more of a personal flair. Besides, everyone likes Appetite, Houses of the Holy and Greatest Hits (or The Very Best of...). Editors Note: Hunks Clubhouse is very tired and gassy as he types this (remember, he works thirds and ate sloppy jo's and beans for breakfast(two days in a row). Fucking crazy), so just go along with the poorly structured sentences and school yard words. I'll do a countdown or something but today just the ones that missed. HUNKS.
Albums that missed the cut
The Darkness - One Way Ticket
Audioslave - Revelations
Blink-182 - Enema of the State
The Beatles - Rubber Soul
Coheed & Cambria - In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth:3
Coheed & Cambria - Afterman: Decension
Crown Jewel Defense - Crown Jewel Defense
Fall Out Boy - Save Rock and Roll
Foo Fighters - In Your Honor
Foxy Shazam - The Church of Rock and Roll
Zappa and the Mothers - Freak Out!
Green Day - 'merican Idiot
Hot Leg - Red Light Fever
Incubus - If Not Now, When?
The Killers - Sam's Town
Kings of Leon - Mechanical Bull
Led Zeppelin - Houses of the Holy
MGMT - Oracular Spectacular
Mudcrutch - Mudcrutch
Nickleback - All The Right Reasons
Panic at the Disco - Pretty Odd
Pearl Jam - Ten
Pink Floyd - The Wall
RATM - The Battle of LA
Steve Winwood - Back in the High Life
Stone Gods - Silver Spoons and Broken Bones
Story of the Year - Page Avenue
The Strokes - Angles
Taking Back Sunday - Louder Now
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - Hard Promises
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - Echo
Van Halen - 1984
Van Halen - 5150
Now that's a pretty good selections left off. Sorry dean, as good as Appetite for Destruction is, I just way too overplayed for me to even think about listening to. Which is really the case for most "classic" rock. What does that even mean anymore? I listen to an oldies station at work sometimes and they play what I grew up knowing as "oldies". Groups like the Temptations, The Hollies, CCR, Stones... But a few weeks ago they played Hall and Oates and Whitesnake. Oh my science, those don't seem that old to be fucking oldies, right? I mean, when I think oldies, I think of black and white tv, clean cut performers, smokes folded up into guys' sleeves, poodle skirts. All that shit. In ten years time they will be playing all those shitty Nirvana songs (along with their 3 good ones) on oldies. Bands like the Wallflowers, Jimmy Eat World, Chevelle will become, to the next generation, what Supertramp, The Band, and T. Rex were to me when I expanded my tastes beyond whatever was on radio/MTV. I was like holy fuck man, Supertramp have a shit ton of good songs. How in the hell are they not considered one of the ALL Time Greats? Their studio albums may be hit or miss, like The Band, but their greatest hits albums are superb. And I clearly remember hearing all that shit on oldies stations long ago.
Music is in such a sad state now. What does it mean? I don't think it means anything anymore. Most of it at least. Disposable. Like a Soul Decision record. Correction. Like the Soul Decision record. How bad is alternative radio anymore?! The songs are weird and lyrics are indecipherable. Too many instruments. You don;t need a god damned glockenspiel for your douchey indy record. And those weirdos from Iceland, They won't be around much longer with their shitty folk trash. Sweaty ice hogs. Go back and sing that shit over there. We have enough queerbaits dressed as 1880's potato farmers as it is. God Damn Iceland wake up. You're 130 years in the past. Hell, maybe they are from that time period and froze into ice cubes and then thawed out a couple years ago and just went with it. Same with mumford and queefs. I'm surprised they stopped fucking each others anus's long enough to play the banjo. But, then again, do you really need your hands whilst partaking in sodomy. Book of Genesis Invisible Touch... This is the Land of Confusion.
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