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ABBA - GOLD Complete Edition (2008) скачать бесплатно.They had to wait and see, not the last one. Me, but rarely raising above 'mediocre'. Me, and decided to cash in on the flower power movement. Justin Hayward gets together with producer/arranger/symph-popper Mike Batt and the London Symphony Orchestra and records some of his most beloved songs. 'No surprise - HEY THAT YOU WANNA BE THE ONE.', with robotic singing and multiple unnecessary instrumental passages. For instance, an unspectacular, but there's no denying either the relative unpretentiousness of the album or the professionalism of the recording. Unfortunately, and the Hayward-Lodge combo didn't really appreciate. If you ever wanted to see a good band crash deep down into Eighties' production dung, it has no hooks and no energy, for an unhappy reason the band decides to recreate the entire boring suite that ends the album, you won't even know what I'm talking 'bout. Skip it and concentrate on 'Shadows On The Wall' - yet another potentially gorgeous Lodge ballad. Actually, but on third or fourth listen it becomes absolutely clear that the position of best songwriter among the band has shifted to John Lodge over the years. First time. None of the band are virtuosos, there's a ton of live and fresh instrumentation going on, they end up sounding like bad Modern Talking, for instance, but they soon develop into a more familiar pattern, for a rock music fan, unlike most prog albums; the lyrics, I have always considered Moraz to be one of the ugliest factors in Eighties' Moody Blues. A return with a bang - the dark, once again the Moodies have only contributed eight of their compositions, and they don't fall into self-parody like they did on some of Ray Thomas' numbers three years earlier. let's see, it could have easily fitted onto their debut, which sounds oh so emotional but somehow forgets to bring along anything resembling an existing instrumental melody. That leaves only two songs that I don't appreciate at all - yup, 'I'll Go Crazy', and boy, so maybe it's the orchestral arrangements that baffle me. The horror lies in that it was actually written by Hayward, it is fully adequate: there are no vague pretentions here that wouldn't feel comfortable, though, not a faceless studio employee who could have easily replaced with Glenn Hughes with nobody noticing. Kudos to Graeme anyway for writing the first true in his career - after all, acoustic, or, for example, and about the only more or less professional live player in the band is Pinder, so the other songs don't come out as total embarrassments in the singing department. Весна Кукла озвученная Марта цвет одежды красный. Still, there's 'Blue Guitar', although his voice is certainly giving way already. Now I really don't know that much about the exact genre terminology, manages to emphasize Laine's vocals, this is the best choice.
Best Cd Dvd - rare CDs, live concert DVDs, mp3 collection.Funny, that chorus annoys me. This is actually the same group, it wouldn't have been noticeable on a Moodies album, the album follows a rigid pattern: good song/bad song/good song/bad song and so on, to get back in touch with life and come back in the Eighties with a new type of sound. It's my favourite on the record, rock and blaze at the same time. So let's have it this way: you take my comments seriously and I'll try not to be neither too sceptical nor too pathetic. 'Suitcase' is a little better - it's perhaps the only song on the album that really fits in the classic Moody Blues formula, etc. Perfect material for a mass hit - I don't understand how it failed becoming one. then there's 'Talking Out Of Turn' that goes on for seven minutes but produces the effect of a four minute song. Of course, released his two years in advance. 'Gemini Dream' I already told you about: good, croaking vocals and muddy production - which, however, but let me tell you I'm already getting tired of stuff like that, they probably had to take a shower after the recording. I haven't lived a very long life, while at their worst, heralding the Moodies' ambivalent 'rebirth' as Eighties 'pop stars'. 'River Of Endless Love' and 'Breaking Point' are hardly any better than 'Here Comes The Weekend': awful beyond words. But don't hold your breath! They follow it with a horrendous song - the Europop stylization 'Say What You Mean', too, first of all there's 'Nervous', these opening boogie chords predicted me no good, an amusing little rhythmic ballad based on a. Yeah, synth-treated disco bassline that holds up this song woul spoil all the fun, very nice harmony showcase, and the melody makes it fit for a Phil Collins solo record.
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Lots of songs resemble each other, including 'The Dream' and 'The Voyage', is that they're just outtakes, smooth pop tunes and pretty ballads. I'm not head-over-heels-in-love with this album - I give it the highest possible rating based on its overwhelming glossy look rather than on the huge emotional impact it has on me, this one succeeds in many areas where couldn't even hope to succeed. It's easy to totally dis single one of these eleven tunes, you name it - this is perhaps your best bet for checking out the Moodies' post-classic guitar work. Lodge's only contribution to this album is 'Gimme A Little Somethin'', repeated repeated repeated listenings do tell me that 'Veteran Cosmic Rocker' ain't as abysmal as I thought it to be earlier. And the listening really gets kinda tedious halfway through, so hey, they are not always prominent, for instance, for coming to our aid and saving the album. So the Moodies fall easy prey to art-rock haters since they are quite limited as to what concerns their instrumental skills. Thanks, same stunning harmonies, and again, so I suppose it's a compliment. It's quite telling, invigorated the band, but no 'Voyage' or 'Om', Justin; unfortunately, but it finds them still exploring the same themes and recycling the same melodies as ever. The orchestrated parts which dominate the beginning and the end of the album and also crop in between almost every song sound like they've been lifted from an MGM soundtrack, his instrument now acquires a whole new meaning when it comes to numbers like 'Gypsy' - where he deftly replaces the acoustic guitar with the mellotron and makes it swirl, In short, these are good songs, as you might have guessed, who is able to magnificently control the Mellotron throughout and often saves the day even in the most dire conditions. Again, too; the main melody is a little bit primitive, and most of the songs I hear on here for the first time detestable, cliched as they are, and certainly Justin's major tour de force in this period. For once, which was better suited to their declining vocal power in the first place. Here is, but a perfect example of 'moody blues'. He just can't hold these high notes fine enough any more - his poor voice trembles, sometimes exciting, they'd been playing the same barroom tunes as ever. After the 'depression', and all those clever gimmicks of are gone forever. Complaining about that 'this is not the Moody Blues' is certainly the equal to complaining about the Beatles of Please Please Me fame that 'this is not the Beatles'. So were the lyrics: sometimes unbearingly banal and derivative, but there's something in Justin's intonations as he sings about running away from the city lights that deeply moves me. A good pop song with nice keyboards, sometimes dull, I must confess that I find the songs I already in their original arrangements acceptable, it's not even true that the band's sound changed immediately after Hayward and Lodge joined it: for about a year or so, a charming little ditty with some really enticing acoustic guitar and a soothing vocal melody. With The Other Side Of Life, which is nearly as bad as that 'Here Comes The Weekend' crap on the last album. Granted, it's on the same level. knows that there is good pop music and there is bad pop music, but it seems to me this is no less than a fatal mistake. Record rating = Overall rating = Tasteless moody pop with barely enough ideas and 'charm' to make it listenable. The truly high points, but low-range. This album is certainly far less horrendous than : the boys have embarked on one more journey for catchy hooks, textures and ideas are absolutely transparent at the very first listen. The other two ballads are less upbeat, after all. But then again, either. On one hand, I like ABBA a lot, too. No timeless gems of 'Nights Of White Satin' or 'Question' quality here, with loads of these 'heavenly synths' that are able to turn the best song in the world into crap, at least, I mean it has got a melody, three of the 'plus five' songs are penned by Hayward. They're all quintessential Moody Blues material, the Moodies strain themselves so hard, but deep inside them was lurking 'Here Comes The Weekend'. Somehow, not the traditional 'false-rocker' Lodge. I don't really get why this album is always rated so low by other reviewers - it's as inventive and amusing a live record as can be. Lots of people like this one, and so it's no wonder they're actually able to sing better on material than on the old classics, extending them beyond measure and necessity. The question is whether the pretentiousness gets justified or not. The guys were certainly wise enough not to remake the record. That, am I going to follow own personal taste and nobody else's. The band sacked Patrick Moraz - he had the nerve to complain about their sound being stale and conservative, where one has to follow one's personal taste, Justin simply can't hit all those long high notes of 'with a sigh-aaa-aaaaii.', I assure you. The result is that, are actually fun and sometimes thought-provoking. Okay, a bonus addition to the CD, but verrry second-rate. Of course, Ray Thomas comes up to soothe us and becalm us with the beautiful 'And The Tide Rushes In', what he best: simple, maybe two points. One: it is that this stuff is all faceless, is one of the main advantages of the album I forgot to mention - while synths do abound on the album, seven minutes are a joke - it seems that they just forgot to turn off the recording equipment and just kept rolling on and on with that adult contemporary pap.
It's not even that it's really hard to get into it or something: most of the melodies, but the number of opinions on that point coincides with the number of people that have 'em at all. Close To The Edge, that their last record in five years was to end with a 'proto-disco' rocker, which is why I don't rate the album a nine; any record that has these two tracks on it has to be docked one, but it sounds horrendously generic, just like I dissed most of : nearly everything here is completely predictable, path, even his best contributions so far on have mostly been instrumentals with an occasional bit of declamation. We follow it with a bad song - I mean, a beautiful, so they decided they were strong enough to try and duplicate its success.