Jerk Music Critic: John Farnham, Whispering Jack

This album is a novelty in America (except for occasional runs of "You're The Voice" on knowing 80s stations), which doesn't make sense, because it's an absolute beauty. It's so beloved in Australia as an icon of contemporary pop that my Aussie wife bought it for me a second time forgetting I'd already bought it before. It could be that Farnham's distinctive vocals sounded too much like his time in the Little River Band when they flopped in the States, or it could be that his career had just slid that far since his teen idol days, which to be sure never took off Stateside either. So call it a comeback album if you like, but the sheer exuberance of songs like "Going, Going, Gone," "Love To Shine" or the album's best track "Pressure Down" could make one think he hadn't ever had a care in the world. While the slow moments ("No One Comes Close," "Touch of Paradise") are no lyrical titans, the emotional heft bursts through his every note and you can't help but exult in an album that just feels so wonderful to listen to. Cursed to remain a staple of record stores down under for as long as they exist, I have no doubts I'll get another copy in a few years, and it'll still be that good; in these polarized times we could all stand to take the pressure down as well. The CD reissue adds the extended version of "Pressure Down" which is merely longer rather than better. (Content: no concerns.)

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The Jerk Music Critic is a collection of amateur music reviews I wrote largely non-professionally between the 1990s and today. Some of these reviews are contemporary and some are retrospective, and a few are rather dated, but all are intended to be free-standing and permanent records of my completely worthless musical opinion. They are presented in no particular order and "new" reviews that occur may actually be simply prior ones I've only now transcribed. Older reviews have been edited to hopefully remove inaccuracies later revealed, as well as add brief content advisories (see "Smash the PMRC") and, where reissues exist with different tracks, brief commentaries on these later additions (the actual star review was not altered).

If you're looking for a specific artist, or just interested to see what I really liked (or really didn't), "When I Break Down" indexes reviews by artist and by number of stars awarded (see "Star Chart" for an explanation).

As we move deeper into the Internet music age where the album format might seem hopelessly antiquated, there is still some artistic value in the LP to those artists who still take advantage of it, and some of these recordings can only be properly appreciated in that context. I hope you enjoy these reviews and recommendations, and don't take them too seriously. — Cameron Kaiser

Star Chart

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An instant classic. Substantially advances/d the state of the art, either technologically, stylistically, or (preferentially) both, and is outstanding music besides. Buy it.

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A excellent album. Nearly every song is a gem; nearly every piece is a winner. Falls short of 5 stars for want of that certain special something, but the difference is in impact, not in musical quality. Buy it.

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Solid. Mostly good songs with a few clinkers. Salvageable with a good playlist. Buy it cheap.

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Mixed. Some good songs stand out, but not enough to make it listenable as a whole. Buy the good songs on iTunes.

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Bad. One or two tracks of even decent quality. Buy the good songs cheap on iTunes.

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How did this get released?

Smash the PMRC

I don't advocate for censorship or unnuanced black and white stickers, but I do advocate for parents being able to raise kids in the way they see fit, which might include introducing albums of controversial yet artistic merit at a point in their child's life when they can better appreciate it. The content summaries are intended to be a very general guide, reflective of only my own personal sensibilities and mine alone, and do not substitute in any way for a parent actually sitting down and listening to the album themselves. If you excessively rely on my content advisories, then I'm the one raising your kid, and you really don't want that.