There are some composers - at the head of whom stands Beethoven - who not only do not know when to stop but appear to stop many times before they actually do.
Some people will basically just shred all over everything, even a ballad. I'm glad I wasn't born with that genetic chip - the need to just wheedle-whee all over the place.
We've gone overboard on every Queen album. But that's Queen.
From the ashes of Bauhaus, Love and Rockets transformed its grandiosity and excesses into boldness and virtuosity. Plus, it wasn't afraid of a catchy hook or two.
For me, if we're going to have a guitar solo, it needs to be over the top.
I hated prog rock; to me, it was the ultimate expression of a bloated sense of self-importance and mindless self-indulgence.
Once embarked on a course of sensationalism, the composer is forced into a descending spiral spin from which only the most experienced pilot can flatten out in time.
I think there's always been singers like that and i've done my fair share of cheese as well.
