|Preconceptions: Listen, I don’t necessarily hate Elton John, but I’m a little confused by all the praise. I’ve always assumed I just don’t get it.
After Listening: Ok, listening to Goodbye Yellow Brick Turd has helped me finally come to a conclusion on this clown—corny! Corny! Corny!!
Oh, and did I mention that it’s also silly? Like really damn silly! Silly! Silly!! Silly!!!
My biggest question here is what black magic Sir Elton is using to hypnotize the planet into praising his corny, silly, sickeningly melodramatic, pretentious and showy nonsense.
In this albums particular case, here are my gripes:
Bottom line is that this record and Elton John just streaked though my brain like a jewel encrusted comet of pretentious and clichéd suckiness, and I’m sorta unhappy about that, to be honest. I mean, it’s not that I can’t dig on some theatrical, tongue-in-cheeky, self indulgent rock from time to time—in fact I probably like some bands that can be described that way. But there is a decided lack of cool that I can’t shake off from between Sir Elton’s shiny sequined overcoat (trust me, he probably has one of those). Perhaps it’s just a personal taste thing, but I just don’t get it and I never have. This guy should be a joke, but everyone seems to love him. All that being said, he clearly has some serious musical ability—I’ll give him that—but why use it to such corny-ass ends? But who cares what I think, right? His black magic will keep the rest of the world enthralled for generations to come, perhaps. The shit is that powerful, son!
Favorites: uhh, well, I don’t know, I guess Song with No Title, because it seemed to me the least pretentious
Overall: 1.2 Stars