Yeah! I don't think so
For our anniversary, I bought M Def Leppard's new album called Yeah! It's a bunch of covers of late-'70s British bands. Here's the lineup:
1. 20th Century Boy
2. Rock On
3. Hanging on the Telephone
4. Waterloo Sunset
5. Hell Raiser
6. 10538 Overture
7. Street Life
8. Drive-In Saturday
9. Little Bit Of Love
10. The Golden Age of Rock 'n' Roll
11. No Matter What
12. He's Gonna Step on You Again
13. Don't Believe a Word
14. Stay with Me
The only songs I had heard of were Rock On by David Essex, Badfinger's No Matter What and The Faces' Stay with Me. (Incidentally, I spent the whole time we were listening to the album reading the liner notes and saying, "I didn't know (fill in the blank band name) was British." M spent the whole album giving me the look o' death.)
OK, M loves him some Def Leppard. One of my first memories of our relationship is him pulling into my apartment building parking lot in his then-brand new car, blasting some godawful Mutt Lange-overproduced shit out the windows. He even braved the Mixfest (and a performance by John Mayer -- shudder) a few years ago to see them. But listening to this album makes me very glad we each have our own cars with CD players. I often steal his CDs to listen to on the way in (think Queen, Zeppelin, Credence Clearwater Revival -- you know, GOOD classic rock). But rest assured that this one will stay with you, my friend.
1. 20th Century Boy
2. Rock On
3. Hanging on the Telephone
4. Waterloo Sunset
5. Hell Raiser
6. 10538 Overture
7. Street Life
8. Drive-In Saturday
9. Little Bit Of Love
10. The Golden Age of Rock 'n' Roll
11. No Matter What
12. He's Gonna Step on You Again
13. Don't Believe a Word
14. Stay with Me
The only songs I had heard of were Rock On by David Essex, Badfinger's No Matter What and The Faces' Stay with Me. (Incidentally, I spent the whole time we were listening to the album reading the liner notes and saying, "I didn't know (fill in the blank band name) was British." M spent the whole album giving me the look o' death.)
OK, M loves him some Def Leppard. One of my first memories of our relationship is him pulling into my apartment building parking lot in his then-brand new car, blasting some godawful Mutt Lange-overproduced shit out the windows. He even braved the Mixfest (and a performance by John Mayer -- shudder) a few years ago to see them. But listening to this album makes me very glad we each have our own cars with CD players. I often steal his CDs to listen to on the way in (think Queen, Zeppelin, Credence Clearwater Revival -- you know, GOOD classic rock). But rest assured that this one will stay with you, my friend.
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