Fanbase Mixed Feelings

I never hear anybody say anything bad about 70s Queen (with the possible exception of Jazz) but 80s and 90s Queen seem to be more of a mixed bag.

OK... What is your point/opinion?

Depends who you ask, OP

I would go 70s all the way,Just my opinion though

I prefer 2010s

The Troll is back!

I have more favorite songs from 80s.

The 70's saw the band grow, develop and experiment as a four-piece.

Everything after that was nothing more than a sop to radio stations and the EMI machine that provided advances and royalties to sustain the band's lifestyles.

@dudeofqueen: you're most probably right. but "innuendo" proved that they would have come to "develop back" to a reasonable band to express.
and... YES.. i wished to have heard mor albums of them like... "queen II" or even "a night at the opera". and personally i like "jazz" for the spontaneous songwriting. and what an impact that is... to blow off an album like that... out of the blue.

Yes I like Jazz too, and I think that's one of the correct reasons why I like it - it's 'immediate' and 'spontaneous'.

I was just making an observation. I like all eras of Queen so far (excepting the Q+PR album, as I haven't heard it yet) and have yet to hear a bad song.

They all have something to offer.

their 80's music is just as important, that's what settled them as everlasting legends

[QUOTE] [b]bucsateflon wrote:[/b]

their 80's music is just as important, that's what settled them as everlasting legends [/QUOTE]

Bohemian Rhapody established them as legends. Greatest Hits, containing all of their 1970s hits, is the best-selling album of all time in the UK.

As One Year Of Love played in the background, his eyes moved to the red ribbon his sister had planted on his right pectoral muscle. He saw something in her eyes when she touched him. A recognition of firmness. After all, he was toned to perfection from weeks of rebuilding a church in Rokoray, along the northern banks of the Great Scarcies River. He had met a woman there who reminded him of his sister. He cared for her, taught her a fledgling example of English, had even found himself feeling love for her. That was not a sisterly love however. Then again… was this?

He began to open his mouth. Any moment his parents would walk downstairs. The look on her face said they were on the same channel. Everything he had just thought, she heard it. He spoke.

“Listen, when mom and dad go out to say hi to the Gelsons next door tonight, let’s hang back, go upstairs and fuck the shit out of each other.”

“What?” She answered, bewildered.

“C’mon let's do it. Let’s fuck. Haven’t we always wanted this?” He reached out to reassure her, but she pulled away, fear in her eyes. “Whoa whoa. Uh no I’m just happy you’re home from Africa. What the hell are you talking about wanting to fuck me? Are you seriou--” And like a blade being hammered on the anvil, his father’s voice rang out from behind him: “WHAT IN SAM HILL IS GOING ON HERE?”

“I can explain…” he stammered, but was cut off by the visceral scream from his mother as she began sobbing into her bathrobe. His father erupted, white morning spittle shooting from the corners of his mouth.

“NO SON OF MINE IS GONNA LISTEN TO 80S QUEEN!!!!!!” He belted his son in the face, knocking the boy unconscious. “THIS IS A 70S QUEEN HOUSE!”

Listen to 70s Queen.