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Day 190: Boston – Boston

6 Sep

Foreplay/Long Time

Dad, what have you done?  It’s DRT yet again, and Boston’s self-titled debut has me in a serious conundrum.

I want to hate this record, I really do.  This is 70s glam rock at its corniest.  With cheesy lyrics, over-the-top guitar riffs, and a ridiculous cover, there should be nothing redeeming about this album.  I’d like to think that if something like this came out today, I’d stop listening after track two.  I know that’s not the case, though; I love me some Foxy Shazam.  I’m quite the walking contradiction, but that’s for another day.  Right now, I’ve got to deal with Boston’s Boston.  

When it comes down to it, disliking a record is hard to do when you already know half of its songs.  I have a guitar hero story very similar to the one about Guns and Roses’ Sweet Child o’ Mine about Foreplay/Longtime…actually the story is exactly the same, so I won’t bore you with it.  My point is that I can’t suddenly turn on a record that has so many components that I’ve embraced throughout my life.

More importantly, it’d be extremely hypocritical of me to hate on such a blatantly fun rock album.  I have said before that it’s okay to like music for no other reason than its catchiness, and Boston is beyond catchy.  If that riff from Smokin’ isn’t stuck in your head for days after you hear it, then you have no soul.

Yes, this is cheese rock.  Yes, I probably lose all sorts of hipster cred for embracing it.  Long story short, I don’t care.  It sounds good, and life is too short to listen to records that you have to pretend to understand.