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(Almost) Back to Back Albums: Genesis - Invisible Touch

Few things are as synonymous with the 1980's for me than Genesis and Phil Collins.  I remember hearing many of the hits from this album plyaed from the garage at my uncle's house as my cousins and I ran around in the orchards surrouding it, or heading out to the Donegal Bay beach. 

In my college years I checked out Genesis' early stuff, when they were still fronted by Peter Gabriel, and found it fascinating for the most part, and at times mindnumbingly bizarre.  Though they were never as far out there as Syd Barret-era Pink Floyed, even well structured masterpieces as Foxtrot and Nusery Crime had moments that were simply beyond comprehension.  Apart from the debut album, Trespass, the power trio of drummer Phil Collins, guitarist/bassist Michael Rutherford, and keyboardist Tony Banks had remained the sole constant to this point in Genesis' history.  Following the departure of Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins stepped out from behind the kit and took up the mic. 

While the change from avant-garde rock group to the space age pop present on Invisible Touch was by no means an overnight process, it was evident by the time of their 1980 album, Duke, that they were destined for radio glory.  Abacab and the self-titled 1983 album furthered this tradition, but kept the prog rock firmly in place, with odd keyboard flourishes and complex drumming.  Invisible Touch is where the process is fully streamlined to the extent that the songs flow like poppy shit from a duck's ass...at least for the first half of the album.

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How Sir Mix-a-Lot Changed My Paradigm (Life Changing Epiphanies and Redemption Through "Baby Got Back")

With all the talk about butts on this site, I figured it was time to throw in my two cents.  Hell, if Maloney, Jacobs, and Zambezi can do it, than so shall I.  Maybe some day we can change the name to Food and Booty.

I can remember that cold ass winter really well.  It was the winter I discovered girls and music.  Most specifically, Guns N' Roses and Metallica, mostly because I had seen how girls reacted to their slow songs, but the heavy stuff really got me hoooked.  It was like trying Mike's Hard Lemonade at some party, and having that lead to drinking vodka and absinthe, which is about what happened to me (another story).  I was about to get schooled in rap and the secrets of female anatomy.

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Scorpions: Savage Amusement (Or Let's Fuck)

Admittedly, I'm not the biggest Scorpions fan there is, especially when compared to the denizens of various Eastern European countries, I've got a small space in my black heart where they live and breathe.  In my youth, I remember hearing "Rock You Like a Hurricane" on the rock radio my dad always used to listen to, and of course "Wind of Change" juxtaposed over images of the Berlin Wall coming down.  Still, they didn't really appeal to me; their cheesy sexual innuendos, delivered in slightly less than perfect English by a Black Forest dwarf seemed ridiculous, in that creepy German way that gave us the Church of Fudge and other classics of the scheiße genre.  I associated sexy girls with Guns N' Roses' "November Rain," and fun with Megadeth and Metallica.  Then, when some of my favourite guitarists cited Michael Schenker and Uli Jon Roth as major influences, I thought that I should give the Scorpions a try.  I was pleasantly surprised to find a discography filled with bitchin' riffs.

The real kicker came in April my sophomore year, when I lost my virginity to my Swedish girlfriend.  I had incidentally purchased their best hits compilation Deadly Sting: the Mercury Years around that time, which became the soundtrack to my adventures in poontang.  Afterall, I couldn't blast Prodigy or Slayer to keep the delicate sounds of muffslamming reaching the tender ears of my younger siblings, for they were too hard for the Swedish girl.  And besides, girls shouldn't like Prodigy or Slayer, anyway.  Not girfriend material ones, at least, and I stand by my convictions to this day.

Anyway, the Scorpions are, in my humble opinion, the consistently best band to fuck to.

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