I was very excited at one point to learn that the Bee Gees were not just the disco vocal group with the dead brother Andy and the relatively ugly looking twin brothers.
At one point, in the beginning, they were a band, with drummers and stuff. They wrote and released their own songs and were mild hits.
Somewhere beyond the falsetto vocals and danceable beats was a band of brothers that just wanted to be The Beatles.
With the highest and most interested of expectations, I was
extremely disappointed to listen to these albums and be assaulted by a series of caterwauling. Geez Louise.
I though Barry Gibb's falsetto was obnoxious on those disco tunes, but the screeching that takes place in their early years is abhorent. It's cancer to the ears. It's simply one of the worst things ever.
I don't care if they did write "How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?"
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