PANTS ON FIRE

What is it about Todd Rundgren that makes critics rave pants?

Sure, Todd knows how to tweak the buttons and knobs on the control desk. He should, he's been doing it long enough. But all too often his slick production masks merely OK material. Like Liars. Liars is fine, but lets not get carried away, please.

Listen to this twat from Paul Lester at Uncut.

Liars

The consumate pop craftsman, the rock'n'roll messiah, has returned. No one else would make an record as unfashionable and open to ridicule as this. Rundgren's determination to say something meaningful about what the hell we're all meant to be doing on this planet is, in this dismal age, nothing short of revolutionary. Liars is his best LP for 25 over years. Let him refute his existence. You want the truth? Todd is god. Again

Good grief!

Mike Barnes at Mojo at least shows some restraint. But he does that thing that critics often do; heap praise in the text, then only gives three stars. Can't be that delicious, afterall.

Liars

Once past the unexpected sonics - a curious mix of computer grooves, backbeats, synthetics, and funky analog keyboards that veers from 21st century white soul to banging Goan floorfillers the realisation that Liars finds Rundgren right back on form seeps in deliciously.

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Comments

[hungbunny]

It's about time I left you a comment where I didn't slag off Dylan, Australia or cricket, so may I suggest you ignore the no doubt talented Mr Rundgren, and seek out They Were Wrong, So We Drowned by Liars? Amazon describe it as "a 'concept' album addressing the injudiciousness of witchcraft persecution", and I reckon that's pretty accurate.

[Tony.T]

I've got that album, Hung. I plan to do it in the next couple of weeks.