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Joo, ja se oli myös aika korkealla Rolling Stonen omassa 500 kaikkien aikojen merkittävintä albumia listalla. :)

 
Niin on joo, sijalla #71, ja nykyisin tuo sama arvostelu, jonka mainitsin on Rolling Stonen sivuilla, mutta tähditys on vaihtunut viiteen. Ei oikein teksti ja tähditys kohtaa... :D
 
Tietysti mullakin on Neil Youngin levyjä jotain 15 hyllyssä. Goldrush on yksi kivi kovimmista. Mutta senhän nyt kai "tietää kaikki".
 
EDIT:
Rolling Stone arvostelu:
http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews … tDiscography&pageregion=triple1
 
Neil Young devotees will probably spend the nest few weeks trying desperately to convince themselves that After the Gold Rush is good music. But they'll be kidding themselves. For despite the fact that the album contains some potentially first rate material, none of the songs here rise above the uniformly dull surface. In my listening, the problem appears to be that most of this music was simply not ready to be recorded at the time of the session. It needed time to mature. On the album the band never really gets behind the songs and Young himself has trouble singing many of them. Set before the buying public before it was done, this pie is only half-baked.
 
"Southern Man" is a good example. As a composition, it is possibly one of the best things Neil Young has ever written. In recent appearances with Crosby, Stills and Nash, the piece has had an overwhelmingly powerful impact on audiences. But the recording of "Southern Man" on After The Gold Rush fulfills very little of this promise. By today's standards, the ensemble playing is sloppy and disconnected. The piano, bass and drums search for each other like lovers lost in the sand dunes, but although they see each others' footprints now and then, they never really come together. Young tries to recover the dynamics of the piece with his voice alone, but can't quite make it: On this and the other really interesting tunes on the album-"Don't Let It Bring You Down," and "I Believe In You"-the listener hears only a faint whisper of what the song will become.
 
Another disturbing characteristic of the record, oddly enough, is Young's voice. In his best work Young's singing contains genuine elements of pathos, darkness and mystery, If Kafka's story "The Hunger Artist" could be made into an opera, I would want Neil Young to sing the title role. But on this album his intonation often sounds like pre-adolescent whining. The song "After The Gold Rush," for instance, reminds one of nothing so much as Mrs. Miller moaning and wheezing her way through "I'm A Lonely Little Petunia In An Onion Patch." Apparently no one bothered to tell Neil Young that he was singing a half octave above his highest acceptable range. At that point his pathos becomes irritating pathos. I can't listen to it at all.