The Byrds vs The Zombies

"She's Not There" and "Time of the Season" alone take a giant dump all over the Byrds's chiming Rickenbackers.

Has there been a thread on 'remixophobia' yet? See, I love '10,000 hz' so fuckin much that I'm going out of my way to avoid 'Everybody Hertz. Really, I can't recall any other album released in recent years that makes me 'feel' 'anything' let alone like this one does. Perhaps '10,000hz' has the same relation to 'music'('music' = manipulation of SOUNDS [thatz what itz about ppl forget alot] to suggest extrasonic activity ie 'life' which I've been told about happens to other ppl) that the space colonies in 'Martian Chronicles' had to Earth life, or that my 'existence' has to the world around me with ppl whose speech just sounds like vocodered phonemes and whose activities appear to be re-enactments of something else except taken out of context. I'm not faulting anyone else for being sentient I'm just admitting I don't really understand it, 'it' being WHY anybody does or says anything, and any reasons helpfully given seem incomplete or bogus to me but then how do you explain 'colors' to blind ppl, same diff. Other music is a good sub for 'life' but '10,000' for me is a bit risky, it's like 'let's peek into an organic mind [or try and disguise ourselves as ppl for a day, see what it's like' like in 'Being John Malkovich'], 'life' as lived by other ppl like sex or drugs fascinating at first and then it turns all shitty inevitably but from my vantage point in space it seems everybody just wants more, maybe do it again properly and it won't turn to shit, I suppose that's what keeps ppl going, tho I don't know cuz I really don't give a shit anymore, my 2003 resolution is to be as gratuitously shitty as possible to everyone to inoculate myself against feeling any remorse ever again for anything, as above so below so if I'm unable to feel the serotonin-type mental states then why should I be subject to the crap ones, I use '10,000hz' like ppl would use a shrink or the 'drainer' in R Silverberg's 70s LSD sci-fi manifesto 'Time of Changes', the sonics even have that recovery-sanatorium feel about it, maybe it's an injoke re Vichy waters, makes me think of a group therapy session with everybody in bathrobes role-playing 'real-life' situations that everyone knows they will never participate in in real life, w/ professional surrogates telling you "You are real to me and I love you" then the buzzer rings and they say "OK time's up see you at next week's session" and if you had a capacity for emotion it would hurt but the fact that it merely stings hurts even more - 'life' being like a show where you show up too late to get the last ticket and you're wandering home kind of wondering what you're missing, but not really (I realise this album has been out a couple of years now but I think that perhaps part of the reason music criticism is so shitty in general is that everybody takes it as a given that they have to review something half an hour after its released and really, how the fuck can anybody have anything to say about something that recent in their life?)

Well done, dave q, I am genuinely scared.

Zombies please.

I'll pick Byrds. I won't sell my copy of Odessey & Oracle, but I do find it too dreamy and gauzy at times. More of a rock deal in the Byrds over all. But again, that might be my American prejudice talking.

I would be defending Byrds like crazy here, but they don't have anything that means half as much to me as "Care of Cell 44"

Zombies!!

my 2003 resolution is to be as gratuitously shitty as possible to everyone to inoculate myself against feeling any remorse ever again for anything, as above so below
hey, dickhead, how about instead "be as gratuitously shitty as possible to everyone and learn paragraph spacing"?

oh, and i completely agree with that last bit in brackets, tosser! ;)

Even though the Zombies had only one cohesive album, their music trumps the Byrds six (fairly good) albums. In comparison, McGuinn & co were little more than a talented bar band who made it good on their covers and their strung-out fanbase.