
They’re certainly not Daft Punk, in fact, they’re hardly anyone. The dry beats and empty sounds of Robotique Majestique are only worsened by the strange ambient synths. The high-pitched vocals add another layer of strangeness to the mix. Overall, the songs are hollow-sounding and boring. Pathetique.

Firsthand bullshit.

Van Morrison deserves an immense amount of respect and reverence. His early works, most notably Astral Weeks, Moondance, and Tupelo Honey stand among some of the greatest albums ever. That being said, Van Morrison sounds like an old fellow here, and instead of still offering fresh and exciting views like Dylan still can, he has instead put out a by-the-numbers, formulaic jazz-rock/blues-rock album.
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