Where's the IT ang... oh, who am I kidding? The wondrous Sarah Bee can publish whatever she damn well pleases!
Grunting calorie-fan Meat Loaf is to be lauded for the 47,000th time for his 31-year-old song Bat Out Of Hell, saith the Beeb. The voluminous ditty, which goes on and on and on for just a whisker under ten minutes and is roughly a fifth as good as Bohemian Rhapsody, has been praised to the heavens for years on end but …
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10 minutes!?!? I've heard a 20 minute EXTENDED EDITION
omg, what drivel, the song isnt even that good, it just goes on and on and on and someone ban tht fat bastard cause I'll be dammed if I wanna listen it again, let it die already, you got your money, fuck off to the carribbean and live out your days surrounded by hot women like all the other hard rock people did.
"The voluminous ditty, which goes on and on and on for just a whisker under ten minutes and is roughly a fifth as good as Bohemian Rhapsody"
So you're not a Meatloaf fan then?
I vaguely remember that the song was supposed to be recorded by Jim Steinman who wrote the song - but he had had an accident and broken his nose so couldn't sing.
I think music went downhill after Lonnie Donegan and "Does your chewing gum lose it's flavour on the bedpost overnight?" These kids today just don't know what good music is!
We need a flat cap icon for all the grumpy old men (like me) out there.
I am sooo tired and all worked out, I've been up for some 29 hours now trying to fix
a broken server from hell.. ..I jump into a quick check on El Reg just to stay awake,
and there it is: "capering about like Mick Jagger inside a walrus"
Now, thinking about Mick Jagger jumping into a gutted walrus corpse to impersonate
Meat Loaf will not only serve to keep me awake for another hour, but it is also adding a well-needed smile to my wrinkled face.
Thanks Sarah for that one! :)
Fight Club? His name was Robert Paulson and he did a rather kick ass job of it folks.
Plus just because Mons. Mercury and Crew totally own the whole extended rock ballad thing with BohRhap (which btw is also complete drivel - that the freakin' point of these songs Chris) doesn't mean there's not a little more room in the cupboard for other extended tripe. Both songs got me through highschool quite nicely thanks.
Oh and some songs from Yes. Now there was a glorious bunch of long winded bastards right there.
The most pretentious excuse for a rock song in the last fifty years.
"I see a little silhouetto of a man - Scaramouch - Scaramouch - will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightning me - Galileo Galileo Figaro-ro-ro-ro-ro."
Yeah, right, that's brilliant, that is.
At least Bat Out Of Hell IS a rock song.
> We need a flat cap icon for all the grumpy old men (like me) out there.
I've got one with a Bat symbol on the peak (a cap that is, not an icon). Got it when he did the Albert Hall a couple of years ago. Meat Loaf, with full orchestral backing. Magical.
Mine's the one with a Meat Loaf key fob in the pocket.
Fine, the reporter doesn't like Meat Loaf. But there are those who do, so why knock him? "Bat Out of Hell" is timeless, it's passionate, and over-all is a great song. Steinman deserves a lot more credit for the song (and the album) than Meat, but I only Meat could perform it (in my opinion).
So leave the Meat alone, unless you really like beating it.
If there was ever a story which illustrated the how 'Smashy & Nicey' Q magazine is, or the sheer desparation of a record industry to keep recycling tired old products then this is it. And there was me thinking that the last Stone's tour set the benchmark.
So this is an appeal to the great man of Rock himself : Meat - please refuse to accept this award. Try creating some new music, or just retire gracefully so we can enjoy the memories. Please stop flogging a horse you killed on your third tour in 1980.
Please - make it stop.
Well all I can say is that if you don't appreciate his music, you have a very closed mind ! Bat out of hell it, like his other works, a complete mini opera - going through several scenes whilst telling a story. Not too surprising when you consider his background on Broadway before his solo music career.
Far better than some modern talentless 'singer' that gets on stage, screeches something claimed to be a song, and then leaves.
He was really, really, awe-inspiringly crap.
His voice is completely shot and he has lost the ability to sing in time.
If it wasn't for the backing singers I would not have been able to tell which song he was murdering most of the time.
He used to be good. Bat out of Hell is a classic song and deserving or awards.
I too agree with the island/women suggestion given above.
Or whatever the kids are listening to these days. Lot of jangling, dissonant garbage, if you ask me, you could listen to it for a week straight and never hear a single melody. Or harmony. Or a single thing ever again, if you're really that foolish, and if you're going to destroy your hearing then why not just borrow Granny's ice pick and do it the old fashioned way? It's over a lot faster and with less pain, and there's the added bonus that people are less likely to question your sanity and good taste.
Mind you, new music's been going downhill since about 1825, 1830, in my judgment. There's not been a single thing worth listening to released since well before I was born, so I suppose it's to be expected that what's being released now doesn't even count as *music*.
"And there was one Led Zeppelin tune of the late 1970s that I recall as lasting about the middle 2/3 of the Missouri stretch of I-70."
That would be the live version of Dazed and Confused that they managed to drag out to around 43 minutes then? And yes I have a recording of the gig when they did this.
Meatloaf was OK in his day, as were Zep, but I wouldn't give either of them an award now for what they did circa 30 years ago.
Paris, as I know she knows how to rock and moan.
May be the 7th best seller, but it's still one of the few "rock" albums that I remember John Peel describing as pompous, bombastic noise and then unceremoniously breaking on the air, probably 1978ish ... The other one was ELO's "Out of the Blue", both platters, roughly 6 months later. (Note to the younger readers: Music used to come on grooved vinyl discs. Ask your parents).
Also first heard on John Peel's radio program was the now classic
Q: What happens when a Cockney body builder cocoons a member of the Goodies?
A: Bow he-man wraps Oddy ...
I suspect Sarah's problem is that she's too young to appreciate the track. She's grown up with all the crap from the 90s and 00s and Meat Loaf is still better than at least 90% of the artists from that era. How many of them will we remember in twenty years' time? I reckon Bat Out of Hell will still be played even then.
It's good for travelling through Milton Keynes, I remember entering the Roundabout Warehouse one night on the A421 from the east as the track started on my CD player. I'd passed the last one out Bletchley way before the track had finished... Sort of appropriate, except I didn't lose it on the bend like he did. (13 roundabouts, 6.7 miles, just over 7 minutes.) Couldn't do it now, I'm older and more sensible and there's a lot more traffic, even at 1am.
...and what of the song "I would do anything for love except for that" Just what is he referring to anyway? Going on a diet? Putting puppies in a blender? Finding out that Bobcat Golthwaite is his half-brother? Rebuilding a 62' Mercury?
Well I went to Castle Howard to see him this year. The young (including the not so youthful me) were rocking in front of the stage and singing their hearts our, the elderly were sitting in their fold away chairs further up the bank...they went to see a rock gig and sat in chairs...they were there in the 70's rocking and rolling and now they're in their chairs rocking and moaning
Anyone who takes lines like "Then I'm dying on the bottom of of a pit in the blazing sun / torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike / and I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell / and the last thing is see is my heart /still beating / breaking out of my body / and flying away / like a bat out of hell" seriously (or composes/sings them) deserves to endure a similar fate.
Oh, and the reason I know every damned word of that pox-faced album is that my parents had it on high-rotate in my early teens. Blech.
I can't decide between that PoS and the stupid Led Zep song based on LoTR (Ramble On) for stupid moments in boganhood, but they're pretty damn neck-and-neck.
I remember back in the good old days when I used to court girls in the good old ways of yonder days - the only trouble was that when Sir Meaty was playing the build up to the chorus it usually took about 15 minutes and when that amount of time had elapsed both the lady in question and the 'old fella' had lost interest - we didn't have them new fangled blue pills in them days!! - So to hell with Meaty, to hell with his crap time munching, celery wilting ballads.........
Back of the net.................. I'll get my meat-less coat..........
As I sit here sinking in a mire of debt and unwashed dishes, I suddenly find the will to live after reading this piece and the comments.
When all the world is going tits up around us, bankers are down to their last billion, is the most important thing to argue over the merits, or otherwise, of a cheap-meal themed, salad-dodging pork star and his overblown opus to a lone chiroptera leaving Hades?
It most certainly is.
Thank you Sarah and thanks to everyone here. My day, nay, week, is considerably enhanced.
Oy! You bloody Sarah fanbois better back off! Unashamed sycophantic arse-licking of our beloved Moderatrix is my job!
I deeply resent protestations of love and lust by other commentards. I've got her photo set as my wallpaper and she's *my* masturbatory fantasy. Mine, y'hear. So leave it out, the rest of you slags.
On a (very slightly) more serious note, Mister Loaf may well be the ludicrous fat bastard portrayed by Ms Bee but the much-vaunted Bohemian Rhapsody must be the most over-rated six minutes of overblown mindless drivel in the history of music. Sorry, Sarah; that's not an opinion that's a fact.