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Mens Grafters Leather Dealer Boots with Aircushion sole
Mens Grafters Leather Dealer Boots with Aircushion sole
Price: £26.85 - £36.99

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars Very poor!, 28 Jan. 2014
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Avoid... terrible quality, soles on both boots have split within 4 months making them unwearable.... and I work in an office so not exposed to heavy useage!

Pet Sounds
Pet Sounds
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1 of 4 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars A classic? God only knows....., 1 Feb. 2010
This review is from: Pet Sounds (Audio CD)
According to a rumour I heard when I was but a lad, this record was the end result of Brian Wilson's head being turned by a potent combination of hallucinogens and The Beatles' Rubber Soul. Driven to compete, deaf-in-one-ear-after-being bashed-by-his- dad-Brian sat in a sandpit for months, wearing a fireman's helmet and composed the entire monaural opus on a child's piano, a xylophone and, occasionally, a comedy `parp parp' bicycle horn.

Sadly, I now know this to be untrue (apart from the Rubber Soul and deaf-in-one ear stuff) but the `legendary' tag still finds itself regularly attached to this record. The question is- does it deserve it's hallowed status?

What makes a record great is almost impossibly subjective, and no one opinion can be honestly judged to be more or less valid than another- excluding, of course, the opinion of anyone who has ever owned, or even thought of owning, or by their actions caused others to own, anything by Queen. Such people are wrong about everything. Always.

Anyway...back to Pet Sounds. And my opinion. To me it's a beautifully put together (especially in glorious mono) very 60's sounding record with lots of pretty tunes, some quite soppy ` I went to the big city and didn't like it' type lyrics, one or two examples of `parp parp' comedy horn excitement and a single, undeniable, breathtaking moment of sublime genius. For lurking in the depths of this record, like a diamond in a pasty, is a song so beautiful, so perfect, that anyone who doesn't like it is a gibbon. Or a fan of Queen. I refer, of course, to `God Only Knows.'

Look...there's no point trying to describe that song in words. It's like trying to describe the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel using the rubbish crayons you find abandoned in Pizza Hut. Buy Pet Sounds. Let God Only Knows sneak up on you. You'll know what I'm talking about then.
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8 of 9 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Back with a bang, a washing machine and Rolf Harris., 25 Jan. 2006
This review is from: Aerial (Audio CD)
Typical. You wait twelve years for a Kate Bush album, and two come along at once.
I’m pleased to say that Ms Bush remains as defiantly singular as ever. During the course of Ariel she investigates the erotic potential of washing machines, embarrasses her son for years to come with a ditty of such toe curling ikkyness that my hi-fi felt queasy playing it, makes Rolf Harris go ‘mmmmmmm’ in a quite disturbing manner and pretends to be a pigeon.
Everything, in fact, you hope to find in a record but so very rarely do.
‘A Sky Of Honey’ is the better of the two- more Rolf, for a start, and the frankly alarming bird impressions- but both discs are imbued with wit, warmth, and intelligence (tricky sums set to music, anyone?) and both contain songs-A Coral Room and An Architect’s Dream respectively- that are truly stunning, and the equal of anything Ms Bush has done before.
I look forward to 2017 and her next one, on which she will be performing a five-song suite based around the life of a Breville sandwich toaster, and impersonating a gnu. Probably.

Machine Gun Etiquette [25th Anniversary Edition]
Machine Gun Etiquette [25th Anniversary Edition]
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Price: £11.66

6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Nibbled to death by an Okapi, 21 Dec. 2004
Ladies and gentlemen... how do.
Is it really twenty five years since I first heard this?
These songs brings back memories of nasty cider hangovers and big fuzzy jumpers, of 14 hole DM'S, of tartan trousers and leopardskin bumflaps, of being chased all around the Manchester Arndale, then up and down Market Street, by a gang of the dreaded Perry Boys one rainy Saturday afternoon.
Lots of ramalama jump up and down type gubbins for when other music seems like hard work.
Buy it, love it, play it at your sister.
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Hounds Of Love
Hounds Of Love
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130 of 139 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Glass shattering moon eyed hippy makes genius album? Yep., 9 Oct. 2003
This review is from: Hounds Of Love (Audio CD)
Picture this. An ordinary Thursday evening in the late 1970’s about to be thrown into the realms of the bizarre by- of all things- Top Of The Pops.
In what I strongly suspect was a Laura Ashley nightie a mad haired hippy chick with eyes as big as saucers does a twirly whirly dance under some trees in a cold damp park and unleashes the most unearthly noise- four minutes of Victorian melodrama splattered with Pink Floyd guitars and vocals that made the dog whine. Then, leaving me stunned, confused and just a bit scared, she’s gone, leaving me to my Clash albums.
Kate Bush. Wuthering Hights. Bloody hell. That, for me, was her early career.
Fast forward to the mid 80’s, and then, from out of the blue (Ms Bush having dropped off my music radar as if she’d been taken back, in a glowing paisley UFO drawn by pre-Raphaelite Angels riding unicorns, to Planet Odd) came The Hounds Of Love. And she stunned, confused and scared me all over again. This didn’t sound like Husker Du or the Jesus And Mary Chain- this was songs about clouds, things hiding in trees, doing deals with God and a whole side that was that dread thing- A Concept. Run away! Had we not fought the Punk Rock Wars to rid the world of such indulgence, to ensure we could have a life free of ‘song cycles’ or (shudder) ‘Rock Operas’?
The Hounds of Love is split down the middle. All the famous stuff huddles on side one (Cloudbusting- yoyos, rain machines and big black cars, Running Up That Hill- God, desire and lust, Big Sky- tribal myths and clouds that look like Ireland, Hounds Of Love- fear, foxes, throwing shoes into lakes. All your usual subjects for pop songs.)
Side two is where you feel Kate Bush really lets go- a nine song cycle about… errr… someone drowning? The afterlife? Buggered if I know, but ( and here the ghost of my snotty punk youth turns in it’s leather jacketed grave) it’s just wonderful, despite the presence of those foul relics of the 1980’s, the fretless bass guitar and Fairlight sampling computer.
Mad, strange, pretentious, self indulgent and utterly, utterly wonderful. A work of art and one of the most remarkable records EVER.
She’s never done anything as good as this since. But there again, who else has?
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