
Twenty years ago, Guns'n'Roses was the Most Important Rock Band in the World, and Axl Rose was the Biggest Rockstar on the Planet.
Seventeen years ago, when I was in the eighth grade and most of you were just learning to walk, they started work on their next album, Chinese Democracy. Within a few months, the band had split. Axl hunkered down in his studio and started mixing what they had recorded.
While you were learning to walk, he found new members and recorded some additional tracks.
While you were entering kindergarten, those guys left and were replaced by other people. Axl continued to mix.
You finished elementary school; Axl got ProTools and continued to mix.

You went to middle school, got acne, your voice changed. Axl showed up on the VMAs, fat and dreadlocked. He got so winded he could barely make it through "Welcome to the Jungle."
He promised us the album was coming; he scheduled tour dates. He didn't show up. People rioted. He went back to the studio and kept mixing.
You got your driver's license. Axl continued to mix.
You graduated. No album.
Now, it's here. And it is bad.
According to Jon Pareles
- "Chinese Democracy" is the Titanic of rock albums: the ship, not the movie, although like the film it’s a monumental studio production. It’s outsize, lavish, obsessive, technologically advanced and, all too clearly, the end of an era. It’s also a shipwreck, capsized by pretensions and top-heavy production. In its 14 songs there are glimpses of heartfelt ferocity and despair, along with bursts of remarkable musicianship. But they are overwhelmed by countless layers of studio diddling and a tone of curdled self-pity. The album concludes with five bombastic power ballads in a row.
Chuck Klosterman disagrees. Read his review too.
