1001 Albums Summary

rap just isn't really for me. i understand i'm supposed to love wu tang and all that is associated with it, but in all honesty it just doesn't do it for me.

like cuban gypsy kings. very much sounds like restaurant background music. maybe that's its purpose and its really good at it.

fairly generic 60s band music. there are no hidden gems in this one.

do you like swooping strings? well you're gonna love dusty springfield. son of a preacher man - huge windmills of your mind - big + lots of filler.

fuck me they loved a high pitched vocal in the 70s. dirge album, but i looked up the words for jungle. nice story, 100 animals hanging around in a clearing in the jungle singing a song about how the earth is a spaceship circling the sun and joy to everyone on it. Weed was so much better in the 70s.

thank fuck the beatles ended when they did. imagine if they turned this shit. there's already a window of the beatles being good, as in post drugs, if they'd carried on and turned into this then the window of them being good would become a smaller. imagine a world where the beatles are like the who, or fleetwood mac where they're big but also churn out a load of shit.

not bad, not amazing either. good use of dub, not sure i'm fully on board with the main singer.

more of a ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space kinda guy. pretty good but its the archetypal you've got to be in the mood for it music.

i really am a bowie greatest hits kind of guy. not in to this at all.

the dude abides. good album, teeter totters near the full whack for me, if it had a couple more of the big uns on it'd be up there.

the sound of a daytime shift in a shit pub in liverpool full of all the old timers not talking and staring into the middle distance. alright for a couple of tracks and i respect it being trail blazing and new at the time but its not for me to listen to in these days.

he did have a lovely voice. not for me thought. not even the dodgy gangster connections could make him listenable.

what is the obsession with rap artists talking about how big their dick is? sounds alright but its just not aimed at me. i have no frame of reference for what they're so annoyed about so it just doesn't really hit home like i imagine its supposed to and this album is clearly more about the message than it is the tunes. i'm think Normans With Aggrievances would probably hit me harder.

this is fun but its not as good or exciting as Arular. its just a bit too polished.

i don't think this album knows what it is so i don't know how i'm supposed to know what it is.

controversially as a radiohead fan this is one of my least favourite albums of theirs. there are some huge tracks on it and it is their first steps into producing truly unique music, but i would much rather listen to any of the albums that came after it.

just plods along being fairly inoffensive or captivating and then BANG. suddenly one of the best songs ever written powers out. Psycho Killer really does save this album.

frustratingly not that bad to listen to. if only he wasn't such a bell end. like a huge bell end. I've got some decent memories of this album due to being about the time i went to all the festivals and he was also at a lot of them probably crying about burgers.

i've listened to this album a few times, it lulls you into a false sense of security by having a good A side but then it waxes your testicles and pisses in your ears on the B side. the whole screaming thing is not made for headphones. still, its the solid basis for a lot of the shit i listen to these days.

its amateur dramatics, shit musical theatre. if i'm going to get my jazz hands out and get into some musical theatre its gonna be meatloaf for his name is robert paulson. so in summary, this album is like regurgitated meatloaf.

non of the fun of Wham and certainly none of the snappy snaps or cottaging fun.

not what i expected. with an ablum cover looking like scott letching on when he's had a line or two i was expecting some crazy ass shit, some mad music depicting a man with no soul on his gradual decline to the gutter. instead its some of that shit that gives the 80s a bad name. utter shite. i bet this is on when michael gove hosts his swinger parties. scott would go to one of those. maybe the album cover is appropriate then.

so this is what the police would sound like if sting wasn't a geordie. classic one hit wonder album. at least i now know if someone recommended crowded house to me i could return the compliment by recommending they fuck off.

smooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth pretty inoffensive.

at risk of causing gammon nigel to boil himself for daring to diss a national treasure, i've always considered Duncan to be all about the singles and the albums full of filler. this does not change my opinion. strongest part of the album is the bits he didn't sing on. sounds like i don't like bowie but i don't have no beef with him.

can't be arsed writing anything funny, this is one of my favourite albums.

SCUM! not nearly as bad as i expected.

actually forgot to listen to this, but its currently in the cd changer in the car. yeah you heard me right, its a 6cd changer. don't all get too jealous.

who knew this is what jeffrey epstein would make his music sound like. nowhere near as noncey as the bandname suggests. maybe if you play it backwards on a turntable it gives you an invitation to his noncing island.

the best zeppelin album.

keeping the nigels down. you can't go singing about keeping the nigels down in these woke times even if you are doing a sacha baren cohen switcheroo thing. nigels lives matter. this is americas pale imitation of chas and dave.

not the best fugazi album, but infinitely better than most of the shit this list churns out.

the first comment on youtube is this "My wife and kids not only hated it, they think I may have lost my mind. How do I tell them that this album touched my consciousness like a greasy finger dipped into a puddle - the oily rainbow slick instantly spreading accross the entire surface of my mind - altering, imbuing, opening. Perspective is the greatest gift we ever got." fair enough - it wasn't quite a greasy finger up the bum like this guy had but i did enjoy it.

to get really into the right frame of mind for this i selotaped some fruit to my glasses and some books to my shoes. did some massive air piano. that amzing vibe i'd built up took a nosedive once it hit the prince phillip reggae song and then i pretty much lost interest then as the pony kept repeating its trick for what seemed like a lifetime. i bet drama kids love this album, loads of excuses for jazz hands and cheeky side glances.

what a weird juxtaposition this album is. the music in the background is alright, some bits are quite enjoyable, but the singing grates. for starters i can't really be arsed with neil youngs voice and then when they do that super 70s harmonised singing stuff it doubles the pain.

better than i expected. can see where the hives got their idea from.

cheddar. a big block of cheddar. i like cheddar, i don't like this album. 70s rock by numbers. cheesy in a bad way, like vegan cheese. a 1 star rating is harsh as i sat through it without feeling existential dread, so it's getting a 2.

here's the most interesting sentences about this album on its wiki page - "Let Love Rule reached number 61 on the Billboard 200, while it peaked at number 56 on the UK Albums Chart. The album is also featured in the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die. " credit to him for the production, which is very good for 89, and that he played all the instruments but the songs are crap. i didn't get more than a minute out of many tracks.

Ice T is a budget Ice Cube, but this isn't as shite as i expected. suffered from the disease that all rap albums have of the stupid skit things where they always talk about how big their dig is and how much poontang they get but i'll let that slide as even they weren't as bad as ones i've previously suffered.

i don't know if its nature or nurture, is it good or is it because i'm a manc and its the law that you like the mondays? i'm going with it actually being good as i'm usually the type that if i'm told i have to like something i probably won't as it'll be bland and beige and i fucking love this album. stereotypes exist for a reason.

this one is jam packed full of nostalgia. listening to this while i've got a bit of back pain is ramming home how old i actually am. though to be fair i definitely don't miss being 21 at all, my kidneys are hurting just thinking about it and its actually quite nice to be a bit pissed off 3 pints. anyway back to the album, memories aside, it has suffered from the same problem that most 2000s indie, take away the killer and the filler is really hard to listen to. there are some absolute timeless bangers on this album but the shit tracks give you a window into the self absorbed shitty nature of that indie movement. perfect for a pisshead student but must have been a cancerous bunch of people to anyone not involved in it. i hate young people. they're awful.

i went through a zeppelin phase, i can't even remember where this album sits in the hierachy of led zep albums but its probably in the middle thanks to communication breakdown and good times bad times. it was a decent album to have on while i put fascia panels on the garage. every now and again when i could hear it i'd hear a snippet of a good tune and think, oh yeah zeppelin maaan, and the other times i'd hear something unremarkable and i'd just carry on hammering.

that was well 80s wasn't it.

NO. that is my new default answer when someone tells me to listen to yes. this would have got a very solid 1 if it wasn't for the second track 'the clap'. that's some dope ass shit right there.

that was ok. none of that is stuck in my memory. it's got a really good sound, the levels and tones of all the instruments and singing all work well, but there's a lack of any actual tunes. its like these and weezer started out at the same place and weezer decided to go with catchy hooklines and pavement went the opposite way to whatever this is. bit of a shame really, cultivate a nice thing and then not back it up with any substance.

get well soon nige. you haven't missed much. just a load of 70s bands doing 70s stuff. couldn't really handle this one.

hi name is robert paulson. cracking set of badongas. this is what all of that 70s crap we've had to endure is trying to do. unashamedly cheesey, it knows its not serious which makes it mildly enjoyable.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_psebBaOFM that was my reaction to seeing this superb album.

Slower than I remember, which is Probably why it always rains on him, takes too long to get indoors. And also Scotland. I feel harsh low ranking it cos it's not shite, I just didn't enjoy that trip down memory lane.

the first artist to come up that i have genuinely never heard of and know nothing about. how exciting - no preconceptions and no biases. it started off promisingly with some strong swamp rock, but fuck me did the wheels came off when the neil young vibe reared its head. fucking long slog after that.

if you can somehow detach the insufferable cunt that is chris martin from the music then shiver is quite a good track and the album has very good production values. that being said, it is actually impossible to detach the insufferable cunt that is chris martin from this album. so rather than enjoy it you sit there fuming at how much of an insufferable cunt chris martin is and how he is somehow profitting from me having to listen to this album. what a cunt. even a mental new age hippy who sells twat candles that smell of her minge thinks he's a cunt, thats probably because he is an insufferable cunt. i'd be happy for this to be lower than lennon. yeah, you read that right.

it all got a bit samey to the end of this. i really wanted to like it, but it just isn't grinderman. nigel, come back, i really want to know what you've got to say about this.

talk of premature ejaculation. this album shot its load with track 1. bang average after that. not offensive just a straight down the middle average. appropriate that we got this album on a wednesday because if the rating system was what day of the week is this album, it would be a wednesday.

nice. smooth. i always think one day i'll start listening to jazz, but at the moment i just don't understand whats going on. if someone could explain what i'm supposed to do with it that would be helpful. Alright background music.

I'm sure there's a time and a place I'll enjoy that album. Yesterday wasn't it.

good that.

diddly dee done by the diddly dee masters. 19 songs is far too much diddly dee. my tolerance to diddly dee is about 3 songs, at that point i look for a different pub.

never loved a man the way that i love nigel. good album this, couple of boring tracks but an enoyable listen.

"They were first known as Rugby, then as the Boat Party, then as Captain Pennyworth, and lastly as Moving England, before finally becoming Haircut One Hundred. " usually when you find out what a band was previously called their old name was shit. i would be happy with all of their old band names, rugby is a bit shit but Boat Party is phenomenal. music wise, enjoyable - a bit too many tracks but some excellent bass. ocassionally it strayed away from club tropicana and got a bit close to copacabana but never went full manilow. fuck it, i'm learning to 80s dance. gonna get some slacks, some boat shoes, a polo neck, put some old top of the pops on and study the moves.

fuck this. the best insult i can give this is that it must be the 80s version of snow patrol. if snow patrol turns up on this list it can fuck right off to the bottom of the chart.

woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo woo,woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo woo,woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo woo,woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo woo. that ones really good. not so keen on noncey mick and his 15 year old. take the singles off and there are a couple of alright tracks, but stuff you'd expect from some no name, nothing to back up the reputation this album has that consitently gets it into top 100s of all time. but yeah woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo is dead good.

yes please. this is a band i would love to watch, sadly the later versions of sabbath are pretty awful so that just isn't going to happen.

it was enjoyable, the singles are epic, not as good as velvet underground but still an enjoyable album. some weird songs on it, but they're still pleasant on the ear.

I like new order, they have some albums i really like, but this album is just utterly hillarious 1989 electro nonsense. this is what happens when the music teacher at school was late and the whole classroom is sat at a casio going mental with the most annoying sounds they can find. probably well ground breaking at the time, but in hindsight not the best bit of ground to be breaking.

some songs there from Don. not offensive, probably not going to bother with that album again though.

this album was highly recieved back in the day, probably because the world was awash with slow jamz and R'n'B was king of the world. so weird to hear her singing about love and being soppy knowing how much of an angry woman she is. its also worth noting that at the time this was viewed as a step forward for women in the urban music game - so in its own way this paved the way for WAP, thanks Laryn. i skipped about 50% of this album but there is the odd nice hip hop track hidden in between the 90s amy winehouse crap. loses points because of the new variation of the rap album skit, i'd rather hear her talking to her mates about how she is the master of shagging than kids talking about love.

fuck me, morrissey has 13 solo albums. must be about 8 good songs between them. i've justified that i'm allowed to still listen to the smiths because he wasn't the grade A cunt he is now then, he was more Grade C, a solid cunt but not quite fame hungry facist levels. i don't know where i sit with his solo stuff - it helps that its pretty average at best. 'i know its gonna happen someday' rescued this album from the ignomy of the 1 star bin.

nice innit. i want to do a joke about them hacking their way into the list but its here on merit over most the stuff i've had to endure.

well more intersting than i was expecting. maybe my first taste of beer garden since the invention of the injectable microchip has greased the wheels. who knows what is real any more?

super 60s this innit. you can positively smell the flower children. i'm sympathetic to fingerpicking acoustic guitar, there's a time and place for it, it's great background music.

SEX DWARF. i had just about had enough of marcs out of tune wailing and this happened. the album really should have been a 40min edit of sex dwarf.

marc bolan would boycott the ESL. pretty sure that's what i got from all his lyrics.

this is what i was most worried about on the list. cuntry music. i just can't get past it.

this is weird, it felt like it was nearly good. it teeter totters like its just about to be good and then crumples to the floor as a shit mess of wank pissed on by the curse of a female singer overcomplicating singing to show off her voice at the detriment of a good song. its like we don't let it slip, so close to glory and then stumbling to be just embarrassing. its shit, but it kept tricking me into thinking it might not be.

what a weird album to listen to 35 years after its release. it has most of PSBs biggest hits and they all stand up pretty well despite being done in the cheesiest era for pop music. Thats probably because you've heard them a million times and the stabby synths aren't as jarring. the rest of the album is terrible dated stuff from that era. I can't imagine the synth crazy sounds of the late 80s/early 90s ever come back round.

very enjoyable. norn iron doing a good.

this is back when people would recognise them for their musical achievements and not because they finger cheese or bum afrika. does anyone remember the afrika express? damon getting on a train with a load of africans and making some music. like womad on wheels. it had a strong stink of someone who got accused of being racist so went big trying to show everyone how much they like black people. i think he stopped short of wearing a pendant in the shape of africa, but i wouldn't be surprised if he did. this albums better than afrika express. also better than i remember.

i've listened to the 1972 album a few times and enjoyed it, don't know why i never thought to listen to the back catalogue. on the whole pretty good. tracks 2 &3 should have been later in the album, you can't start an album with a good tempo hit us with a wall of slow downbeat and then just pick it up again. crazy germans don't know shit about planning an album, where's my roller coaster of emotions?

folk nonces. they're really good at what they do, it's technically pretty sound and well written. i just don't like it, also they're total folk nonces.

not as good as loveless, but then not a lot is. good one for a friday too.

Well more into this than I was expecting.

There was a time in my life I'd have been all over this. That time is not now. I'm well down with the badly drawn album cover though. Some crazy arse action going on there. Makes me think of Vic and Bob.

i mistakenly remembered this one as the worst of the bunch. its not. it was surprisingly enjoyable. not quite so much of that famous plant whines about babies.

imagine my disappointment when i discovered this is not Monk the day time tv detective and his brother. that utter smashing of my hopes and dreams was rectified when i listened to it. this is some rad shit. this is where mooney suzuki got their vibe from. i'm sure there is some sort of righteousness attached to the name black monk time but it went straight over my head with all these mad jamz.

well, there it is, the good bowie album. only ever listened to him as a greatest hits kind of artist. i bet germay was shit in the 80s and that is what this album nicely conveys.

what a ride. this ablum is like forrest gumps box of chocolates (or paul mersons bag of Revels). you might get an absolute all time belter of a song, you might get a mime stuck in a phone box or you might get a song that didn't make it on to mary poppins. still throroughly enjoyable and it feels weird giving it a high score when there are songs on there that i would happily never hear again but the belters, well they're the reason everyone has such a hard on for Bowie.

i've said it before but its worth repeating. this is the type of wank that mark Chapman saved us from. if lennon had been left to his own devices and kept releasing music that wasn't filtered by the rest of the beatles this is what it would sound like. if this was the only music available in the world i would be melting out my eardrums right now. if the americans caught me and started to waterboard me this is the music that would make me crack. fuck me its bad. its really bad. like awful. to give it credit though its sent me on a roller coaster of emotions between hatred, confusion, sympathy, comedy and back to anger. if there was a 0 this cunt would be getting it. i'm fuming. nothing but sneks, its me and my baby from here on.

It's seems that as much as I try to find one, there just isn't a teenage girl hidden away inside of me. I don't have any anger against this album. I just don't like it.

boop boop be doo de de de de booooooo boop de doo wah.

oooh yeeeeaaaaah is ozzys version of Robert Plants Baby baby baby. does it a lot, either that or its the lasting imprint of the album on me. fairly average album. pretty mad to think that this was the starting point for the madness that is modern metal.

fuck me, that rap track is epic. meandering along on a sea of cafe jazz waiting patiently for shout to the top to come on and then boom, a super 90s funk rap track that you just know had a keytar involved. would happily have taken an album full of that. extra star for that bad boy.

this is what old pubs in liverpool sound like in the daytime. this is turd.

Fucking Wigan pie nonces. if it wasn't for 'this is music' then this album is knocking about in the colplay bin of meh.

i never realised lou reed got affected by the terrible 70s amdram music bug that afflicted the best part of the decade. this will not be getting listened to again.

Superb.

a masterpiece. easily in my top ten albums of all time i listen to this album as uch as any other album i can think of.

which came first the japan or the duran duran? i kept thinking i was listening to a duran album. so if japan came first it deserves respect, if duran came first it deserves derision. i've checked with my sources and japan came first. nuff respec. especially like their version of ATP.

yeeaahhh boooiiiiiiiiiiii. its alright, its a bit samey. that first track is fucking nonsense.

can't decide if its better than raw power. lost its way a bit towards the end, was a bit too stressful to work too.

1 to 3 public enemy tracks is a good number 4-7 is pushing it, a full album and the enjoyment of public enemys MO is lost completely and you start thinking its shit. well in to the homemade low budget album cover.

Was very close to giving this a 5 but I haven't for round to the last few tracks. Never heard of them before but this is lit, or fire, or whatever kids say to hype shit up.

couldn't really be arsed with this at all. i know people love to bum leonard cohen but on the basis of this album i don't get it. i like the australian noise that was on most of the songs though. twanging away like rolf harris down the primary school.

fucking long. managed most of it. I can't decide if it would have been a gig i would have enjoyed. there's some pretty good stoner music behind all the space sounds, the wibbly wobbly noises and the shitty spoken word stuff. i reckon i would have been impressed by this performance but the spoken word shit would have proper cheesed me off. not surprised sir lemmy fucked off to do his own thing, all this talk of space and hippy shit must have done his speed addled head in.

so ambient. felt like i was in a sci fi film.

better than i was expecting. don't think i knew what julian cope sounded like, i was expecting sparks (the band - not to fall in love with him). i liked this.

i really can't be arsed with this. the music is all about posturing and shouting "look at me i'm weird". really falls apart when it turns out brian is a bit rapey.

all of the genres. hip hop ,dance, dub, pop, comedy acting, serious acting, talk show host. there is no end to the skills of queenie. jack of all trades master of none, it was an alright album, probably not gonna listen to it again.

Tortuous. Got those two pop songs on it though so it's not a 1.

Pretty much passed me by. It was on while I was in the garden, I don't remember hating it, but I wasn't comfortable making the neighbours listen to it. I did have sudden urges to do some south park goth dancing though.

What a beast.

this album brings me intense happiness.

made an alright soundtrack to my day. nothing really of note. it was ok.

I don't really like queen so an album with none of their hits was only going to go one of two ways. It's not gone well for Brian, Roger, Freddie and whoever the fuck the other guy is.

there are better albums out there for a reggae bath. sadly this was a bit diappointing. i was hoping for something as full of bangers as kaya or exodus but it was a bit lacking.

i now dread anything that this list throws up from the 70s. its always a combination of intense and drama school crap. fantastic production - the mixing is great, but the music is just annoying.

could it be? is it this one? was this the album to get me in to metal licker and modern metal? not really. it was way less offensive than previous listens to them but it didn't really get my juices going. all in all i think its pretty fuckin cheesy.

pretty average punk, or PAP as it should be known. didn't hate it so thats good.

meh.

Two bangers. And that's about it.

a lot better than i was expecting. i will probably listen to this again.

well that was incredibly samey. one track repeated loads of times until they hit us with their money maker.

started off all happy and nice and then got boring pretty quickly. bring back Lamb chops.

very standard 1977 punk. hard to see that this band goes full new wave in 79 and starts producing much better music.

the list has finally paid off! finally, after all of the thes and 70s glam shite it has spewed out something i've never heard of and that i am bonafide enjoying listening to and will almost certainly listen to again and knowing how much of a sweat i am probably listen to the entire back catalogue. bonus points for the last track being as long as the rest of the album. i imagine this is what it must feel like for Gerry Mccain knowing full well he got away with it.

its a good joke and there are some belters on here. however half of it confuses me, am i supposed ot be enjoying it ironically? should i be laughing? should i be enjoying it because i like swing and big band music? i don't know how i should appoach it, but it isn't obvious on its own. however mega big points for writing an iconic comedy theme tune.

I could listen to the intro to teenage riot for probably a solid hour.

every single track on it sounds like its from a soundtrack to a film about a little boy who lost his family and grew up round the back of the bins but has such a chipper spirit that he manages to find joy in the desolate waste ground he lives in. come to think of it thats probably why its named after a ukranian city. either way its shit and we should probably nuke the isle of man in retribution for forcing this on us.

i get it, he's talented and its got a vibe. this just isn't for me.

i haven't seen shaft, but i have seen black dynamite. I spent most of the album randomly shouting 'Cream Corn you jiiiive motherfucker' and it fit with absolutely every track. thats a good thing.

just as good as i remember. I love how most of the tracks have a mad jam out ending when the drummer gets to shine. the drumming on this whole album is immense, i can't think of many albums pre 70s that had drumming like this. would have been excellent if they'd have made the film this was written for.

Wet Wet Wet, but wetter. struggled to keep awake for this prosaic dirge.

all of the internet algorithms really want me to listen to this album. i see it all the time. so this is the second time i've listened to it, and more than likely the last. the more i get subjected to the 70s in this list the more my prejudices against anything produced in that era are going up. it seems like anything good produced in that decade was made in spite of the 70s not because of them.

Far too sexy for me. Makes me feel uncomfortable. Fuck knows what that says about me.

its some music isn't it. its nice but fairly wishy washy, it just passes you by. there aren't really any emotions stirred up by this music. it just happens and then when it stops you kind of just notice why its gone quiet instead of feeling sadness that the entrhalling music that has you so gripped has ended.

Lunchmeataphobia this is essentially one great track and then an album full of filler. Doo Doo chasers. definitely getting a higher score because of the track names and the homemade album cover that is trying to say something about the bermuda triangle.

fucking hell. i bet this was sooo cutting edge back in the 90s. its dated about as well as wacko jacko being allowed his own theme park. fucking nonce.

i couldn't be arsed with all the roadhouse blues stuff, its just cheesy, even if he was the guy that came up with it. the slow blues towards the end, now some of that was excellent.

insert joke about benders here.

well that was a lovely trip down memory lane. i can completely understand why they got so big so quickly. this album is huge and they backed it up with the live shows and the swagger. love em or hate em you have got to give this album its dues. it was fucking massive 30 years ago and it still stands up today. on the subject of rip offs (of which there are many), to take something and make it so different is still impressive and as much as Noel is a closet tory cunt it desreves respect that all of these tracks are so undeniably oasis.

I never realised before this list how hit and miss new order can be. I always thought I was a fan, but it turns out I'm a bit of a greatest hits kinda guy. Anyway some good some turd. It's aged better than the super 90s stuff.

maybe brexit was right. i'm clearly not european enough to appreciate Depeche Mode. its all part of the tories plan to destroy the EU. British people aren't allowed to live in europe and europe are making it a cunt for british bands to tour. what those 'unelected beurocrats' have failed to see is that by effectively banning Depeche Mode from playing in europe all of the EU will implode. thats my understanding of how big Depeche Mode are in the EU. Two massive singles on here surrounded by some utter garbage. those europeans don't know shit.

best jazz offering we've had on this list (sorry spazzjazz).

better than i expected, but there was far too much of it. if it was cut down to 10 songs this would have been a really very good album, but instead my ears got a bit deaf to it after a while and i couldn't be arsed to pay any attention to it. the very nature of a solo album from someone in a good band is more often than not a vanity project and it loses its way as they feel their self importance about how they have to explore their inner feelings goes into overdrive. with no creative assistance they shit out a load of substandard stuff that to them is important and it ends up being recorded because no one told them it was a bit bobbins and that their efforts would be better used refining the good stuff. shame, potentially this was really good but i'm a bit let down.

Excellent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XcEKtVZ0XX4&t=3 this is all i could picture listening to this album.

not their best, but still fucking excellent.

enjoyed that. sounded a hell of a lot more modern that it is. i listen to a fair amount of new crap that sounds like this album.

if i didn't know she was playing the piano and singing together i'd have been a little underwhelmed with this album, but the mad piano skillz while singing is some seriously impressive stuff. however, its not really my bag so i'd be surprised if i listen again.

bonin in the boneyard. contender for best named track we've come across yet. the ska bits are good too. the rest of it is well confusing.

its all very nice and all that, he's got a voice like butter and i get it that he's the best at big band stuff for a reason. it just got a bit boring.

I liked the bits I listened to

Again just one of those albums I listen to regularly.

fuck me, this was so much worse than i expected. the singles aren't even the worst bit and they're fucking awful. i have no understanding of how this steaming pile of shite was so popular.

not as turd as i remember it being last time i listened to it. its a huge self indulgent ego stroking project from townsend but the less said about townsends stroking habits the better. speaking of nonces, not a big fan of listening to any song about noncing. only a nonce thinks a noncey uncle is an integral part to a rock opera. reading the synopsis on wiki did make listening to it more understandable, though it is a plotline that holds up about as well as something from Hollyoaks.

teeter totters just on the right side of cheesey. less comedy than most the maiden stuff i've heard. its made me have the realisation that i'm slowly becoming the middle aged metal man in the pub. I'm basically a pair of stonewashed jeans away.

Good stuff.

Meh, listening to this while drunk doesn't really give a good representation. However I was getting some strong B52s vibe and that's a good thing.

i really couldn't be arsed with this shit. absolute tosh.

pretty good. not really any standout tracks that you'd put on as for a quick hit. if you want to listen to this then you basically need to put the whole album on.

dog shit. psych music is probably my most listened to genre so its nothing to do with genre, its because its just fucking shite. i feel dirty classifying it as psych, its like an instagram version of being wavy. like some teenager wearing a tie die t shirt and saying 'far out maaaan'.

that was alright i suppose. didn't really have a standout track and the chances of me ever wanting to listen to this album again are incredibly slim. my opinion of curtis mayfield was higher than it is now i've listened to this album.

in the words of the super furry animals. 'Let's get juxtaposed, juxtaposed Just suppose I juxtapose with you' The smiths. A band i love as much as any other band, but a band where the singer has shapeshifted in to one of the most loathsome people in the world. i would usually dock points for cretinous lead singers and thats where my juxtaposition lies. do i knobble the whole team for the sake of the star strikers cancerous view of the world or do i risk being a hypocrite and effectively turn into one of those people who loves wacko jackos music so just ignores his noncing? Lets explore. most other cretinous singers rose in their final form as a rancid turd you couldn't flush, but morrissey took the long road. he isn't so much the rancid turd that won't flush he is more the accumulation of years of shite in an uncleaned bog bowl. he is the sidewalls of the trainspotting toilet. the rancid turd and the trainspotting bog are equally as putrid, i wouldn't want to lick either of them and just because one turned up fully formed and the other took time to create doesn't make either more palatable. however, licking the bowl after a couple of years before the build up of shite began is a much more tasteful affair. that couple of years pre shite buildup is the smiths. i use this reasoning to justify my listening to the smiths. its pretty much just after you are the quarry that he got really bad so anything post then will recieve the 'Bono Deduction'. and seeing as how i mentioned wacko jacko earlier i suppose i have to clear that up too or risk sounding like i'm justifying noncing. apparently 1986 was when he got into little boys (metaphorically and physically) so anything before that is fair game anything from the album bad or later is..... bad.

good background music.

Started off so we'll, but dived a bit after that and as someone who identifies as a white male some of theyrical content got a bit awkward.

beast. picture this, its 2007 and there are retarded 20 year olds wearing neon clothing thinking that their piss poor nu-rave scene is a groundbreaking thing and then james murphy comes up with this timeless classic to show them that you can mix dance music and guitar bands without having to murder a 90s classic. i'm looking at you the klaxxons. one of the worst bands to have ever existed.

some bangers, some filler.

I was always under the impressions that people thought are you experienced was his best album and i think that is a bit shit, so this is a pleasant surprise.

two absolute bangers. but the rest is soooo slow.

I've passionately hated every Neil young album that this list has given me, except for this one. i only hate half of it. the tracks with electric guitar are pretty good, but then you have to sift past all of the whiny country stuff thats just background music for red dead redemption.

if the voting structure was out of 10 then most of my 5 star reviews would be 9s. this however would be a big fat 10. i fucking love this album almost as much as a SHACK loves lamb chops.

its worth its votes just for the 3 all time banger tunes. it's also very good how their shit tracks are so aggressively shit that you admire them instead of hate them. most bands filler tracks just fluff around and don't do anything. the stooges don't do that type of disappearing into the background.

there was an hour and a quarter of this shit. we know Clapton is a massive bell end but that is some serious self love to release over an hour of you wanking off on your guitar just to get all the middle aged white blokes in stonewashed jeans to get a moist crotch from feeling like they know 'the blues'. it takes a cunt of claptons proportions to take the blues and switch it from heartfelt songs of woe and turn it into an excuse to make everyone look at how good you are on the guitar. that bit form goodfellas is good though.

adequate.

felt like this was on for a solid 7.5 hours.

another gash album with two massive hits on, its a formula we've heard loads in this list. its nice to hear the huge hits but grimacing through the rest of them is hard work. I was all set to fuck this off and listen to something good but then i heard jennifer. that lovely bit of dark synth work almost made the rest of the album worth listening to. i say almost. it fucking didn't.

equal parts weird and intriguing. made me listen to another tom waits album so i must have liked it.

i'm only here to write about the last track. the rest of the album can fuck off back to its mid 2000s r'n'b nelly and kelly history bin. that last track is a musical journey through my past nights out. i have never heard a track before that i could just as easily have heard with all the trendy cunts in sankys, with crusties and punks at a warehouse rave, in a scallies kitchen, in a standard shit pub with a football team, in a hippies living room, in garlands or in the woods at glastonbury. the only things in common with hearing this track at all these places would be that i would be absolutely fucked and it would be at least 4 in the morning. how can such an aggressive track fill me with nothing but nostalgia? my mind is blown. however i can't give the album a high score because the rest of it was shite.

the concept of this is completely lost on me. its just a load of fucking around. they must have thought they were so clever when they came up with whatever the concept is. townsend sings way too much on this album. there's a reason he isn't the lead singer, its because he's got a shite voice.

some of this was very good, some of it was a bit wet wet wet / savage garden.

i know this is supposed to be bob marleys masterpiece album, but its just not as good as kaya. some monster bangers on it, but just a bit lacking.

very underwhelming. i was hoping for a whole album of chain gang and brass in pocket. it is not that.

fucking dog shit.

just not the best beatles album. its got 4 belters and the rest is all very nice and that but just never a song i would actively choose to listen to. they are however the highest quality filler songs you'll ever hear, they're undeniably the beatles, well written, perfomed and recorded, they're just meh. clearly this is all before the beatles got intersting.

i had far more tolerance for this than i thought i would. 50/50 cuntry ballads and weird shit.

No.

i feel like i should have liked this more than i did. just got the feeling listening to this that dinosaur jr did it better.

better than the other waits one. fucking long though.

only marginally better than Our Kid Eh by the shirehorses. a proper headphones album, i've put the CD on in the car (shove your spotify) and it really doesn't work in that situation, but with headphones on this is a masterpiece.

JA, JA, JA, JA! GET ME A LIGHT BEER. derbysieger. pros; 1- one of the best album covers i've ever seen 2- that voice. 3- turning europop into a rally. 4- Yogoslavian avant garde. cons; 1- you have to be in to medieval trumpets to get the most out of this album. 2 -realistically its a 3 track album and some fuck around arty shit. from now on if anyone asks me what music i am in to it will be 'Nationalistic avante garde industrial music created by yugoslavian dissidents'.

just not in to diddly dee punk. as soon as the fiddle turns up i lose interest. i used to play football for the bolton irish centre in the north of england celtic supporters tournament. after the football they would hire a function room and there would always be a fucking diddly dee band on and all these english people would sing along to these irish republican songs because they support a scottish football team that has something to do with ireland. all a bit weird and has probably put me off it even more. i'd like to thank buckfast for getting me through that nonsense. the americans seem to bum this kind of irish punk too. fucking history nonces.

its just a bit guff. its weirdly formulaic.

Like a sub standard b-52s. Also byorks singing is fucking annoying. Neil young levels of annoying.

they must be pleased with the later life royalties coming form that big hit from these days. none of the rest of the album really grabbed me but it wasn't terrible.

well that was annoyingly better than i was expecting it to be. he is still a monstrous cunt and the shite on the trainspotting bowl. I like how he clearly got a quitarist and told him to listen to johnny Marr and just play as close to his style as you can. like a smiths rip off band featuring the real morrissey.

just one more thing, the whole worlds a circus, don't you be the clown. another album with 3 beast tracks and then a load of filler. can never get above a 3 with that sort of half arsed approach.

this is shit. the singing never fit with the backing track. every track was like she put on some music in the background and then just warbled around on top with no concern for what the track was doing.

good. dead long, very out of place sat at my desk on a wednesday afternoon.

just fuck off. 70s shite and to top it off its LIVE. crowds going woo through a completely unrecognisable song just somehow makes it worse. its the least amount of an album i;ve managed to listen to for a long time.

I really wanted this to be a masterpiece. It was alright. Might actually give it another go.

i hope spider dijon was on bongos for this album. i enjoyed this more than i was expecting.

not even queen killer could save this shite. Who knew photoshop existed in 1974, the glistening hunks on the cover of this album look nothing like the disfigured beasts that are in queen.

its just a bit meh. its got some big tracks on it, but then its got some drivel so it just averages out at the mean. saw them at a festival around the time this was out and they were pretty epic, though thats probably cos it was the sundown set and they had some sort of string quartet.

got all the stuff i should like in an album. didn't like it.

i was fuming about this album because it doesn't do anything so i went to look at the electronic albums released in 1994 to see why this was the one chosen. it turns out once you skip past portishead- Dummy, prodigy - music for the jilted, massive attack - protection and orbital - dubnobass that 1994 was the year that electronic music was basically all eno inspired ambient chill out stuff. who fucking knew that? good dub track in the middle, wilmot. the rest was all just a load of nothing.

it was alright i suppose. nothing special.

got pretty intense in the middle. the guy has some mad stamina.

if i could give a 4.5 this would be it.

men in stonewashed jeans at a pub jam night. played by talented musicians but bland and having the impressive ability of sucking all of the soul out of the blues and turning it into an egotistical self important thing. its painting by numbers. its probably the whitest version of the blues i've ever had to listen to. utter dross.

now this is blues. clapton can fuck off.

felt like it went on forever and that's not a compliment.

awful. I'd rather see dave lee travis play macbeth.

love the 90s dance vibes when they turned up, but she's fucking annoying isn't she.

passed me by this one. soundtrack albums are often lacking without the imagery that goes with it. you can tell its conjuring up an atmosphere or a feeling but without the images its a bit lost.

its good, but it's lacking something. you can't help but feel the input of 3D and Daddy-G would have made this an absolute belter of an album.

was not in to this.

this is a better album than i expected from a one hit wonder.

american girl is a tune, especially a fan of the heavy breathing on the breakdown. the rest of the album is just a bit wet though.

is this the jazz record that gets me in to jazz? nah.

Some of this was funkier than I remember.

It's a legal matter baby. I want to keep doing the dirty things I do. Someone should check his search history. Oh. Best offer from th'oo yet.

i like the dark as dark as can be. metal lyrics on the least metal music ever. that said listening this was so much more stressful than listening to metal music. so much out of tune singing.

i forgot how many bangers garbage have. very strong album that.

i want to say this is another example of an album that has 2-3 good tracks and a load of filler on it, but the funk genre is whats confusing me. is 'give up the funk' a shining example of how good funk can be or is it the pop track that isn't really a good representation of funk? is this album one funk masterpiece and a load of filler or is it a stone cold amazing funk album with a pop track on it? either way this album makes me feel like a jellyfish.

solid.

the version i listened to must have been remastered, it was excellent sound quality and mixing. shame the music was shite. i have no understanding how something that sounds like this could come from stockport.

skits, fucking skits. with my customary reduction of a star for skits this thing should be sat on 0 stars. i was hoping this would be so much better than it is considering it birthed a monster fame hungry dick head. its so dated. go on this link, this is what this album sounds like. https://www.becomegorgeous.com/fashion-style/celebrity_style/what-we-wore-10-years-ago-A13359

That was like a checklist for all the things I hate in music. Mainly the massive ego and all the talk about pussy and what he's gonna do to women. Shit music and about as catchy as a Sunderland beach ball. Didn't think there was a stand out track so it's not even a filler album. Just utter rubbish. I feel harsh on college dropout now because this is shitter and I gave that a 1.

really angry until they took to the mary jane, the old wacky baccy, da 'erb, reefer, the doobies. once that happened the album was a lot less about killing people and hating on pigs and just better in general.

much better than beggars banquet. couple of bangers, then some fairly decent filler. barring the massive hits if you were to play me this album again i would think i'd never heard it before, but it wasn't unpleasant. i quite liked the track at the end where Mick did a shit impression of Jim Morrison. would have been a standout track if mick wasn't waffling repetetive generic sex related stuff over the top.

this was gonna go one of two ways, and luckily for me it was good. turns out i am still a dirty, smelly, hairy hippy deep down.

bongo bong is massive, but i reckon this just about gets by without being an album of filler. its a teeny bit repetetive, if anything removing the bongo bong would make the album better. a bit like how taking stevie me out of the liverpool team made them a better team.

nowhere near as terrible as the last album. nice beats but she's got a fucking annoying voice. at least i didn't have to listen to that fucking awful song about sitting on the bonnet of a car.

wow, this was so much worse than i expected. classic one hit and a shit load of filler album. the problem is the quality of the filler is piss poor. its like a disney soundtrack for a film about an OAP stuck in the body of a teenager that by some cruel twist ages in a way that will result in a teenager stuck in the body of an OAP. the film is called the chronicles of madge. its a straight to video monstrosity.

some generic 70s crap with the high pitched voices. i could barely listen to this through the first time, i think its safe to say there won't be a second.

started off horrifically, then behaved like it was going to be good before nosediving at the end. can't decide if it was utter crap or just middling. it belongs in the lower middle crap field.

medieval nonces. yes doing mashups of folk, chamber music and soft rock.

gutted i didn't have to get on a train today as this is train music.

i really like the velvet underground. The worst bit about velvet underground is usually nicos bits. so taking all of what the velvet underground has and removing it to be just nico leaves you with this. its just some 60s waffling. there's ocassionally some good music in the background so hats off to john cale but her voice is well annoying.

some of that was brilliant. some of it not so.

Pretty good. I was expecting it to make me feel like the whitest man alive, but it didn't. So either I'm woke or I'm turning black. I really really really hope I'm not woke.

Alright I suppose. Worst Beatles cover version I've ever heard.

Better than I expected, doesn't fall into the massive hit and filler trap as the whole album is definitely a piece of work as opposed to some mashed up half ideas. I'd almost go as far as to say it's worth a listen even if you took Pacific state off it.

Very solid.

very disappointed that this wasn't a concept album about farts. its just a generic aerosmith album, there is no distinction between songs the whole thing is just one long track and its a bit guff. come to think of it, maybe it was a concept album about farts.

odd one, there are 5 of supergrass' best tracks on here. richard III, late in the day, sun hits the sky, going out and its not me, but the filler is just a bit too shit. in true Alan Partridge fashion i would rather listen to the greatest hits album, i'd never put this album on to bask in this creative body of work. weird i'd consider myself a supergrass fan but this is probably their best album and i'd rather listen to the singles. same sort of thing with new order. stilll gets a decent score though cos those 5 tracks as a 5 track EP would get a decent score.

never gave the smashing pumpkins the time of day, probably because the singles that were big are fucking wet and i'm pretty sure the singer is some sort of weird nonce. there's a healthy amount of fuzz going on which is nice, but the over arching feeling is that this is fanny music and the more i listen to it the more i think he's a creepy nonce. weird cos its got all the elements to be great but i got bored of it and i can't stress how much i don't like his noncy wailing. fucking atrocious name too.

i was expecting a full album of rootin tootin cowboy boots and my daddy left when i was 4 type nonsense but i was pleasantly surprised. about half of this was actually listenable. who knew Dolly Parton started life off as a young boy?

this is turd. so turd that i was relieved when give it away came on, which is the opposite of what i'd usually feel.

alright, pretty rad for the 80s.

fuck the 70s. maybe it was all good at the time, but this just sounds like x factor auditions. every song i was trying to work out what the sob story was for that particular contestant. were they touched by an uncle? did they live with the ghost of michael jackson? did they get a ken doll stuck up their arse? there's a good chance all of those 3 scenarios are the connected but you get the drift. does radio 2 still play this kind of shit or have they fully moved on to cater for anyone too old for radio 1?

which musical incarnation of Madge do we have today? Ah, its the edgy 90s dance music influenced madge. this is probably the best version of her. if you were to give all of the albums on this list a rank from 1 to 1001 this would probably scrape into the top 400. weird underhand compliment but i think i'm trying to say is i enjoyed about 50% of this album. i'm really not looking forward to the Ali G era Madge.

some great use of an 808. bit meh though. some belting big tracks but the filler has huge vibes of teenage kids in school with the casio keyboard. R-R-R-R-R-R-R-REMIX

this is the bag i'm in. best album i've never heard of that's come up on this list. Anton newcombe has listened to this album a lot of times.

I couldn't handle listening to smells like teen spirit. Ironically it would have killed off any remaining teen spirit I have left. You know who lives off teen spirit? Yeah, SHACK does. That and lamb chops.

It says a lot about how good this album is that it managed to break into my indie centric world back when it was released. It got more play than a lot of the music that is now known as landfill indie, which is a disingenuous name as every genre has forgettable music that doesn't stand the test of time. Anyway, yeah this album stands the test of time. It's just mental.

I'm a cockney, I'm a cockney, apples and pears, cor blimey, I'm a cockney. We've got cockney albarn on this one, it's an early version that eventually evolves into wagwan albarn, which is a far funnier character. I need to write a standard copy paste for when an album has some belting singles and then a load of shite. This is very much one of those. 6 good tracks out of 16 makes it hard to give it a high score and i wouldn't ever bother listening to this album again.

killing moon really is a huge tune. the rest of the album was decent too, which is a nice change from the usual fare offered up by albums with an absolute massive banger on them.

this is when the beatles got good. much better than i remembered, pretty sure i overplayed this when i was a wee nipper so i'd kind of fell out with it, but hearing it again now was pretty bloody good. i feel like i need to be critical of it, probably due to never choosing to listen to it any more, but i can't really pick any holes in it. its one of those weird ones where its in the 9/10 camp so i feel odd giving it a 5, but a 4 doesn't really do it justice.

whats the difference between jesus and Bonio? Jesus doesn't think he's Bonio. musically this is actually fairly enjoyable but its dominated by the wailings of one of the biggest cunts going. an instrumental version of this album would be pretty good, but as it is its really diffuicult to get past the noises coming out of the egotistical, narcissistic self anointed uber cunt. i used to think the hedge was a cunt too, but i've got a bit more respect for his playing now i've endured an albums worth of Bonio.

it says AC/DC, so thats exactly what you get. can't really complain, they do being AC/DC very well and its a tried and tested thing. i can take the odd track here and there, but a whole album is a bit much for me. love the schoolboy thing because i don't understand it. i don't want to know the reason because i like it as a weird surrealist gesture from an otherwise run of the mill looking rock band.

up there for album covers. good depiction of what happens to your head if you try to understand what is going on with this album.

whatever. way too much high pitched nonsense.

Despite loathing Neil youngs singing Marrakesh express is one of my all time favourite bangers so it's already getting better than his customary 1 star and amazingly there were some songs that didn't have the trademark high pitched singing and they were really good. I know it's his USP but its fucking annoying. This album has now reduced the level of dread I get when I have to listen to an album with young on it.

This is pretty much everything I dislike about chart music and there was very little that could salvage it. Also everything I've ever seen of her when she's not singing is that she's a bit of a cunt. Shit music sung by a cunt, looks like a one way trip to one star-ville.

Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes i thought this was gonna be an album about SHACK. it turns out its actually about homeless people along the thames embankment. Which makes it all the more laughable that i thought it was about SHACK because homeless people along the thames embankment is the main substance that forms SHACKs diet. fuck me it goes on a bit.

love a bit of maggot brain. its got everything, john squire-esque solos, hendrix like tracks, soul train style soul, sleaze, keyboard led prog style tracks and super low barry white bass singing. this is the funk album that all the others should be compared to.

arseholes bastards fucking cunts and pricks. my kind of lyrics. started a bit slow and a bit too knees up mother brown, but the second half picked up speed and was pretty bloody good. all of it was better than the album i accidentally started to listen to where robbie cunting williams was doing a cover version.

this was my go to album in secondary school when it was the in thing for everyone to listen to rap music. i got the reverend to put it on once on a long car journey and it was at that point that i realised the levels of choice language in it. the outro did not go down well. this is a hell of a lot better than i remember it being.

folk off! ha ha, did you see what i did there. there's a folk night in every town in the country specifically for all the chunky knitwear wearing, lentil eating 60 year old bearded men with mad guitar skills that have a hard on for songs about how shit life was before electricity. if for some reason i want to feel the pain of someone who's job it was to sift effluence to feed their family of 14 in song format then i'll just seek out one of those pubs. history nonces.

this was incredibly disappointing. 40% waffling on about some old shit, 40% R'n'B bollocks and 20% work it.

sultans of swing is massive. then its just a load of album. nothing to tell anyone about, its just some stuff.

i have no idea why this album is dressed up as a bible. 2 good tracks and a load of filler - just read one of the other ones about this format of album. strong 80s vibe, just doesn't really do anything with it.

some white bloke reggae that was actually alright. i was totally expecting some simon and garfunkle folk noncing but this was way more upbeat. a pleasant surprise.

as much of a cunt as it makes me sound, i prefer his earlier stuff. this is all a bit polished and formulaic - yes i know the blues by its very nature is formulaic - but this is that type of blues that i slag off clapton for where its lost its soul.

shame i never really listened to hole much earlier than this as the whole way through i was thinking about courtney love smothering alan partridge in chocolate mousse. some good some bad. its better than a 1 hit wonder album so that deserves commendation because they do have one mega hit and not much else. the album is 80% listenable on its own merit. Mousse from a bowl is very nice, but to put it on a person is demented.

this is what indie used to mean before lad bands. probably wouldn't have seen a load of portly mid 30s weller men standing like penguins with their feet at ten to two at one of their gigs. probably would have just been a bit miserable. not a bad album, consistent level throughout, just a little bit wet.

Astronaut looking at earth with gun to his head meme. It was jamiroquai all along. Jamiroquai were pretty much the first band I got in to when I was about 11 or some other pre pubescent meaningless age. So in all this time asking who is going to ease me into jazz I had already worked that one out before my balls had dropped. All sounds extremely noncey this write up. Maybe that's the influence of Jay Kay.

it is what it is innit. so distinctively the ramones that at times that translates to it being particularly samey. nice remasters though.

whelmed. not under, not over. just flat out whelmed. veers a bit close to the one hit wonder album, but it's an ok album if you removed the hit. just ok.

i've tried this album before, it's not really gone down any better this time round. its a bit wacky innit.

this used to be my preffered album to listen to when i came home too wired to go straight to bed. i am now old and that no longer happens.

pitchfork wet dreams. they absoluetly bum this album. this is the 3rd time i've tried to listen to this album and its still just an r'n'b album albeit alternative style. the best bit was hearing the original playstation power up sounds on the first track. also john is the shittest beatle.

SHACK. I want to give it 5 stars for the lamby goodness, but I just can't.

i worked in hmv as a christmas temp while this was a new album. it was played every hour. despite suffering the type of forced overplaying that would usually make me pierce my eardrums with knitting needles this album is just really fucking good. one of the other albums forced upon me was a buble christmas one and some killers album that hmv had a million copies of that no one wanted to buy so it 100% isn't stockholm syndrome. mark ronson is a nuclear grade cunt though.

This album cover must be where Wilf Zaha got his famous pained expression from. the one that says, i'm hurt and innocent and i can't believe someone would do that to me because i'm a saint. the album is more berbatov than wilf zaha. smooth, a bit weird and smoking a cigarello. just like berbatov i like this album more than zaha

fair enough - great background music for working.

two days after having a miles davis album that was excellent we've decended back into some incomprehensible madness. feels like i've accidentally taken some sort of hallucinogenic.

so slow and mawkish. crawls along like a wounded animal with a broken leg, except a wounded animal probably wouldn't whine as much. honestly don't understand why this albums gets bummed as much as it does. what is it for? are you supposed to be moved by the beat? cry about the sad subjects? whine along? does it make you feel cool? do you marvel in the musicianship? is it for slitting your wrists? what is it for? musically this should be good, with the wall of sound thing with mountains of reverb and guitar noises but barring about 5 minutes this album bored the slimy green shit out of me, its just pseudo cool depressing bollocks. the worst bit about verve is it feels like lets have a look at what you could have won - the track this is music off the previous album is superb and if they could have gone down that road they would have written a brilliant album, but instead they went down the lowest common denominator depressing emo sell records to the masses road instead. so instead of being legendary the verve sit in the same boat as starsailor and embrace, in fact i put starsailor on after this to see if that was a fair comparison and i enjoyed starsailor more than this.

Hello *checks notes* Springfield! who here hates *checks notes* Shelbyville? live albums aren't for casuals, you only listen to live albums if you've already commited to liking the band. however hats off to phil for this line: is there anyone here with any irish in them? wooo! are there any girls here who'd like a little more irish in them? woo!

Chronically turd. Snoop doggy dog eats more lamb chops than SHACK.

forgettable.

couple of bangers, the rest is a bit folk noncey. pleasant but nowhere near as fun as fat pete and his chubby happy little face. the cheeky scamp.

what's not to love about this album?

meh, not my bag at all but fairly acceptable. its nice to see banging on about your genitals isn't just a male rapper thing.

there was a time in my life i would have been all over this.

what you gonna have as your album cover iggy? just a photo of me grinning like he cheshire cat.

absolutely no. how the fuck is this anywhere near this list? what does it have to offer that is unique, genre defining, innovative or spellbinding? nothing, thats what. if zeros were an option.

couple of belters some alright filler. just another one of those ones.

this is the most dave grohl that i've put up with for a long time. he used to be such a nice boy. for some reason i've never listened to this album before. what a pleasant surprise. live albums are usually a bit shit, probably because a lot of the time its the band being their most polished and showy which is probably why this sounds so good, its not that.

strong album.

never actually realised REM were anything other than stadium sized shiny happy people crap. decent album.

i really wanted to like this. i didn't.

he's got such an annoying voice. i didn't get it the first time round and i still don't get it now. nice music but gets ruined by him warbling over the top.

What a pleasant assault on the ears. I'd love to see these live just to watch the drummer. very tempted to give this a 5 but I think that might be a bit much.

dunno if i'm a man or devo any more.

I feel let down for Sheffield that these are from there. They've got a nice back catalogue of bands and then this tripe which is arguably the biggest band from the city. the most interesting thing abou def leppard is the one armed drummer, crashed his corvette on snake pass and lost an arm. i'd be impressed by that as a cool story but he did it overtaking so a bit of a dick move really.

superb album cover. perfectly apt too, i've never heard the penguin cafe before but i saw the album cover and knew what i was getting, some oddness. fucking brilliant eccentric shit.

how many kids that Bono has nonced do you reckon the pope has made disappear? he's a fucking whopper of a nonce.

I saw James brown live at Glastonbury when he was allegedly 80 odd, but in reality he was probably 100. Was underwhelming as he didn't do much other than shout James brown while everyone else did the work. This album surprised me because he actually sings on it.

Like a warm cuddly cocoon. Climb in and bath in the beautiful sounds. Sheer genius.

So the ronettes and the crystals sing the tunes but for some reason Phil Spector claims it for himself. I'm going to rate this on the strength of the album and caveat that creepy, incesty, noncey killer Phil gets no praise for this. He didn't write the songs and he didn't sing them so he can fuck off.

Musical beige.

If yes is the answer then the question is 'would you like to never have to listen to yes again?' Fucking tosh.

I am on board with the hype train. It's unusual that I agree with the masses but this album sits in my top ten.

If it was released between 77-80 it would have been more interesting, but it wasn't so it's just some generic punk by numbers. Not bad to listen to, just uninteresting.

It's very good, not as good as daydream nation, but that's a pretty high bar.

didn't even bother but we've had that much dylan and i've heard him mumbling through live renditions before so i can guess what its like.

i was initially going down the line of my standard check out this 70s nonce singing falsetto. but to give it some credit this is clearly some mad jazz shit and not just standard 70s wank.

better than i was expecting. nothing from this era has stood up that well because there was so much paint by numbers in the indie world, however theres some actual content on here. in fact i'll go medium on it, if any of these tracks came on in a random shuffle i wouldn't skip it. i wouldn't have been able to hear it in 2004 but you can very much hear the influences, in the same way you can with oasis.

i should like this more than i do. its actual hip hop, its rappers with really listenable flow and its not about bitches and hos. its just a bit cheddar. i don't get how this will play out for the list - the self titled album and quality control are both far superior to this cheesy crap so i'd expect them both to be on the list. if this is on the list over the self titled then that would be straight up mental.

Pretty much the genesis of a lot of the music i listen to but it is by no means a stellar album. for starters you can write off the last ten minutes of it, i'm all for a jam out but its not very listenable. and then we get to nico and her fucking irritating voice. i can tolerate her singing on femme fatale, probably because its a huge tune and weirdly her retarded singing actually adds to it. I can only just manage to listen to ATP all the way through, which is a shame because its a great song beneath the caterwauling, thankfully there are decent cover versions out there. anything else where she does that weird anglo german accent just gets skipped. but the bottom line is the other tunes are such bangers that it would be madness to give it a mid score.

this sounds ahead of its time, it sounds very 80s. however its a bit meh. I like the bit on the album cover where her arm looks a bit like a cock. it like when scott wears shorts and his cock tattoo hangs out for all to see.

ah man, i'm just so let down. top ten name- check pussy wagon style logo - check superfly album get up - check sick album name - check music that isn't shit - big fat red X its just such a waste. why does it have to be cuntry music. i got so excited when i saw this masterpiece album cover.

dross. animal nitrate is good the rest of this is gash.

didn't want to waste it by half arse listening on a saturday so saved it for a proper listen. weird feelings have occured, its enjoyable, but its too long. 45 minues of this would have been grand.

many people used to try to get me in to incubus back in the day. didn't get it back then. not much has changed, but i did discover they have a weird funk hip hop crossover track with one of the worst names i've ever seen - battlestar scralatchica. you can feel how cool they thought they were when they came up with that piss poor very difficult to pronounce play on words. however its the most interesting thing on the album because its just so out of place. my conclusion is that incubus are limp bizkit for girls.

memory music. absolutely dripping in nostalgia and reminiscence. particularly with the ever degrading state of the world we live in its quite nice to look back on happier times. its mad how it outsold definitely maybe by 100% in the uk, its nowhere near as good as that album. it'd be nice to see oasis play again, but we aren't gonna get it thanks to noels rancid ego. he's a smarmy cunt and his solo stuff is beyond shite.

thats one for the search history. zuckerbot is gonna be pushing me all sorts of funky adverts now it knows i searched for this. blink and you've missed it. to be fair that was about as much of it as was needed and that deserves some credit.

i feel like i've cheated with this album. on the youtubes there is a version called the 'Bowie mix' where the mix has been cleaned up and it is so much nicer to listen to than the original version i've got on cd. gonna rate it from this nice mix. yeah i know this version isn't quite as RAW or POWERFUL but what you gonna do? if you didn't enjoy the original i highly recommend this remaster.

not as bad as i was expecting considering i don't like billys noncey voice but 2 hours. fucking hell have a word.

got the 70s singing thing going on. kind of interesting at times, but generally its just that 70s high pitched thing that has the same effect on me as touching a filling with something metal.

a couple of interestig tracks. generally can't be arsed with r'n'b though and although alternative, it's still just a person with a very good voice singing stuff about sexy times and feelings. still shits over anything produced by the more famous sister though.

dead good.

word. imagine the scenario, you hear the track 'the message' and understandably you're blown away. its mega. so you're like surely the guys that wrote this must have a whole back cataolgue of this magic stuff. no way, there's an album named after that monster track. buy the record, put it on and spend the next half hour wondering how they came up with the message and why they couldn't create anything else half as good as it. its like buying a pack of fruit gums and there's only one red one in the pack. ordering a peperoni pizza and it just has one slice of peperoni on it. like turning on the telly to watch some football but only liverpool are playing.

genuinely thought that Cecilia was a Suggs original. never had a reason to think it was a cover. which brings me to the conclusion that yeah they do write a very good song. the problem is that their versions of the song are a bit shit. get someone else to do it. I'd genuinely rather listen to Suggs do a cod reggae version.

its alright i suppose. probably never going to listen to this album ever again as i'm neither mainland european or dave.

it just feels so basic. about as complex as a wayne rooney teamtalk.

well you could knock me down with a feather. this isn't just another generic eric clapton does the blues. there is something a bit more to this. still he's a massive cunt and i can't be arsed with him or his music. at least he tried.

What an album. Outstanding.

Plastic Fantastic Lover, I bet SHACKs got some of those. there's a few massive tracks on here so they've done well to keep out of the standard 2 track filler format. there's obviously some nonsense as you'd rightly expect from some wreck heads calling an album surrealist pillow but on the whole its mostly listenable.

fairly good, probably dated better than most of the non oasis/blur/pulp britpop scene stuff like carter the unbearable sex machine and menswear. it's a shame that the only legacy i can think of for the 3 women with a bloke on drums is The Corrs.

serious music for serious people. It's very good at what it does. what it does isn't what i does.

I have been replaced by Cheese. i have babybell balls and a cheesestring penis. my arse is now two full wheels of edam, my toes are wotsits, my face is like a punched brie and my knob cheese is now a refined delicacy this album is so fucking cheesey that it has the midas touch but for cheese instead of gold. the more i listen to this the more i feel like i'm lack toes intolerant. je suis le fromage.

i started off thinking this was the best tom waits album we've had, but i couldn't work it out after about 6 songs in because i got bored of the shtick. nice to listen to one or two songs, but an album is a slog.

Was not expecting this. No idea what I was Expecting but I was expecting it to be a bit shit. This is not shit, this is antishit. He'd do a very good bond theme tune.

Nice voice. Boring songs.

this feels like being stuck in a dentists waiting room. one of those ones where they have a tv on the wall but its inexplicably tuned in to smooth radio. still better than having to watch this morning or loose women.

dave fucking grohl. what a weapon. he's the type of guy that would give himself the tagline of nicest guy in rock. i still to this day can't understand why no one has noticed that he's just really american. stick a tv camera in front of most americans and they instantly know how to do an interview and be generally nice and positive. now he's got the nickname its part of his sales pitch and self preservation to ham it up. i've got his number though, i can see through it. he's just a straight up bell end. he worked out the formula for generic rock and has churned out the same shit ever since. he's the american Bono. this is my impression of a foo fighter song. gonna sing some quiet now gonna sing some quiet. shout, shout, shouty shout shout shout. heeeyyyy. i bet you did that in his voice. this album is as good as it ever got for them. i could probably have listened to it all the way through if there was a diferent singer but i just can't fucking stand his voice.

So much more fun once he dropped that weird as fuck mate of his. i mean, garfunkel really looks like he's part of liverpools scouting network.

is this supposed to be one of their good ones? never really got in to them, i like the idea of the manics but don't really like their music.

this should be the type of stuff that on paper i should like. in reality its not very often i like american indie music. its generally like this album, bland, twee and made for adverts.

Meh. Production is good but I'm just way to white for this shit. Never gonna listen to this again.

the biggest beef i have with this album is that it was the precursor to so much more folk toss. we'd managed to fuck off folk music around the 70s so it's mad it took 40 years and a new wave of rustic adverts to bring it back. i get the feeling that this wasn't supposed to be an album that more than 10 people listened to, made by a bunch of choristers who found out about guitars when their balls dropped. pretty sure i just described myself there. falls into the category of it's well done but i don't like listening to it.

je n'aime pas cette musique. ca me fait mal a la tete. i think i would have enjoyed this more if he wasn't banging on about baguettes and croissants. for some reason i couldn't shake from my head the image that the lead singer was the french version of neil buchanan from art attack or the band marseille.

everyones favourite singing nan. he's looked like a bingo regular for the past 40 years. The small faces were a tremendous band so its a bit of a shame they turned into the rod stewart backing band. I'm not really that arsed about Rods singing voice so its nice to hear some flashes of the old small faces every now and then.