277. Paula Greer: “I Did”
I guess I just don’t really like this kind of jazz, no matter how nice a job the protagonists make of it. (4)
I guess I just don’t really like this kind of jazz, no matter how nice a job the protagonists make of it. (4)
Oh, brilliant, more instrumental jazz trombone music! (2)
So, it turns out I’m not a big fan of jazz trombone. Who knew? (1)
Shapeless, uninspiring slop. (1)
I really wanted to like this, but ultimately it’s just irritating. A pity. (3)
It’s long, boring, goes nowhere, nobody sounds like they’re having any fun (not even Dave himself); it’s dull dull dull and I hate it. (1)
Listening to this is like being trapped in a supermarket bathroom, your cries for help drowned out by their piped in-store muzak. Sorry, jazz aficionados – I find this tedious in the extreme. (2)
Not awful, but not even worthy of a place in the top ten songs Smokey would ever write for the Supremes. (3)
An album filler track with ideas above its station, a strange curio with limited replay value. (3)
A record that’s no more than “okay” at best – but Holland-Dozier-Holland’s creations couldn’t always be winners, and luckily the A-side was brilliant enough that no-one would be dwelling on the flip anyway. (4)
If 1962 had belonged to the Marvelettes, then 1963 would belong to Martha and the Vandellas; this single marked them out not only as worthy recipients of the Marvelettes’ baton as Motown’s number one group, but one of the best new pop groups in the world, full stop.