Nasty spiteful review of Last Night album

By me


I listened to this at work.From every fcuking horrible Rossi extra vocal smart arse groan to the incredible vocals on SYBIL to every extra little guitar tweak this album is appalling.

I once described being in the audience in the 70's and early 80s during the build up to the guitar solo and during the solo in Rain as being caught in maelstrom of noise.Some maelstrom meanings to underline my point " turbulence, tumult, turmoil, uproar, commotion, disorder, jumble, disarray, chaos, confusion, upheaval, seething mass,pandemonium, bedlam, whirlwind, swirl.This crap turns this song into a cardigan,an old dog asleep in the corner,an afternoon nap,an Austin Allegro,readers letters in Woman's Weekly.

i also couldn't help but suddenly be inspired to change a lyric that will get me stuffed on here but so what.

"Find me a shack where it's cool inside,
and turn my back on the bloke that died."

This disc is the final resting place for all that Status Quo once stood for on stage.Rhino isn't a singer in any shape or form.The drummer sounds like he's banging a selection of saucepans with a wooden spoon while knocking up an omelette in the kitchen.

The young bloke who's injected so much fire into the band,irony for you there, has taken on the worst job in the musical world and is sadly just a bloke with a white guitar who strums along.

Andy Bown does the usual Mouldy Old Dough on songs that were actually once described as blistering.

Francis Rossi? An arrogant lazy performances by a musician who preaches perfection but never actually approaches it.