Artist: "Aerosmith"
Album: "Toys In The Attic"
Genre: Rock
Label: Sony
Reviewer: Max Burbank
Posted: 7/7/2009
Review: This was my #1 favorite album by my #1 favorite band from ages 13 – 18, and it’s still a damn fine listen. The band, which is performing the entire album on its nationwide tour this year, seems to agree. If the only cut on the album was “Walk This Way”, it would still deserve a spot in the best albums list, due to that song being one of the best damn songs in Rock n’ Roll. There’s two more big hits, “Sweet Emotion” and the album's title track “Toys in the Attic”, either one of which could club the shit out of any so-called rock song on the charts today. “Big Ten Inch (record)” was the height of hilarity to me and the boys in our youth and I suppose it’s blunt innuendo is a little less funny to a grown man, but only a little. It’s just so damn joyous. “Uncle Salty” with it’s ever so quiet opening clarinet solo and “You see me crying” provide the albums few subtleties, but really that’s just sauce for a connoisseur, as this album is pretty much just about sex and blues.
On a personal note, I once listened to this album while skateboarding the basement hallways of a beach house (mansion, really) in Prides Crossing Massachusetts owned by some of the oldest money in New England. How that came to happening is an interesting story I bet, but its for another time. The point is, this excellent album had a way of getting memory soaked for every yard ape of my generation with two brain cells to slam together. Only very good music and very bad does that which is why I still can’t hear “Billy Don’t Be a Hero” without tearing up a little right before going on a homicidal rage spree. You can get this fine album for about eight bucks from any of you finer music emporiums, so if your copy is long gone, replace it. And if by chance you’ve never hear it, shame on you. Make amends at your earliest opportunity.
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(Scored on a 0.5 - 5 pickles rating: 0.5 being the worst and 5 being the best)
either one of which could club the shit out of any so-called rock song on the charts today. |