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.

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.

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.

can someone please help me. i accidentally put this album on through the speakers in my room and the all encompassing smoothness has removed all friction from every object in the room. I can't open the door as i no longer have fingerprints and the door handle is slipperier than the soap in the prison showers. once i finally get out of this room the question remains will my new orb shape be the new fashion and shoot me to international fame or will i be shunned as the weird ball boy who looks like Duncan Goodhews head rolling around.

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.

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.

the beauty of doing this list using youtube is that you get to see the videos. the video for sun always shines on tv is a quintessentially 80s nightmare where the band are playing their song in a cathedral full of mannequins. pulling off all their best 80s moves with the aren't i handsome perma smirk in full flow. can't decide if i love or hate the video, but its left more of an impression than most of the dross on this album.

in the world of cars this album would be a ford focus. straight down the middle. not particularly fast, but not slow. not particularly good looking, but not hideous. not particularly economic, but not a gas guzzler. not particularly interesting, but not boring. not particularly cool, but not a ssanyong. just middle.

good this one.

this is belting. they're all called toure or dembele so they're probably fucking mint at football too. does this mean i'm a world music guy now? man i'm old. what time is giles peterson on?

supa dupa meh.

i'm a sucker for a walking bassline. this is the kind of smooth i like and i'm down with the album cover that has nothing to do with jazz but at the same time somehow relates to the stabby explosive nature of the horn section.

when i find myself in times of trouble garys boner talks to me. imagine the scenario where someone who doesn't know music gets recommended they should listen to let it be as its up there as one of the best albums ever and they find this. they're either going to disown the recommender or they're gonna drown themselves in sleeveles stonewashed denim and get tattoos of springsteen and bon jon bovi. 'Born living on the stairs!'

Shelley and Devoto met while studying humanities at Bolton institute and formed buzzcocks here. why the fuck bolton doesn't go bigger on claiming probably the most influential band for northern music is beyond me. maybe that's now my life's purpose. somehow convince the locals that they need to revel in their history. problem is i just know to engage wiv da yoof i'll have to put a fucking donk on it and get a rap verse in to it somewhere.

the prototype art rock album. it's easy to forget that one of the founding members of the famously new york velvet underground is a welshman. it must have confused the shit out of the americans hearing a welsh accent telling that story. i've got welsh ancestry and the welsh accent still confuses me.

great. i just love having some bloke whisper sweet nothings into my ear in french. the bits that sound like a nandos backing track were fun for a bit, but i hated the bits where he was doing western ballad style noncey R'n'B stuff. i retract my previous comment from songhoy blues, i am not a world music guy.

in the words of flavor flav; 'Don't believe the hype'. i just don't get why this was supposed to be such an influential album.

nice. smooth.

this has got to be Spider dijon.

it's a worldy. its still up there as one of my most listened to albums and even if casablancasaurus ends up being a wrong 'un it'll keep being played a la the smiths. A shining glimmer of pure brilliance that lifted us up from the shite music of the time and sparked something new and exciting. wheras the rest of the scene that this album almost single handedly created is now terribly dated and derided this album still sits up at the top table. Most albums that I loved back in the day and still listen to are mainly for the nostalgia and listening to that music puts me in a place in time in my life and it feels like you were back there. this album is totally different, it is still so fresh and perfectly formed that it works for now and even though it is such a core root of my musical listening it isn't attached to any specific time and place. so in short this is timeless.

its just such an accomplished album. they started the swerve away from being a guitar band with the kid amnesiac duo and then came a bit more back to the guitar band thing for Hail to the thief but they got the balance just right with this one. fundamentally a guitar band but with all the electronic enhancement. Arty music that doesn't sacrifice listenability in the name of art and the production of this album is phenomenal, every element is crisp and distinguishable without it detracting from the song as a whole. best listened to with headphones, as are most radiohead albums. at the time of writing this is my favourite radiohead album. but then that probably changes all the time.

i don't think i ever knew how maudlin changes is. it feels like it goes on forever. its not the kind of darkness i was expecting form the prince of darkness but it is infinitely more soul crushing and scary than any of the heavier stuff. the album on the whole is fairly uninteresting.

not really very good this.

This is a rating splitter. It starts off like a beast with hit after hit, but then it has a right wobble. If this was about 3 tracks shorter it'd be a 5 star but I just can't dish out the highest ever achievement any album can receive (5 stars from bort) to an album where you skip that many tracks. Shame.

Well this has come out of nowhere. The fucking shame? Mad. I was hoping this would make me wish I was born 15 years earlier so I could have lived the second summer of love in person in a warehouse somewhere in Blackburn. It didn't. Sadly a pretty listless album that didn't make me want to chew my face off.

this is probably sacrilege but i only like about 2 of elliott smiths songs and they weren't on this album. it's all a bit too depressing for me plus i kind of get his thing but i can't help but feel an overwhelming feeling that his posthumous success is only because its posthumous. i have the same feelings about john lennons solo work and although i rate nirvana highly they are bigger than they should be. Goldie lookin chain wrote a critique about posthumous success in their seminal classic Self Suicide where they note the correlation between being dead and people deciding your music is better because you're pushing up daisies. https://youtu.be/Cdflid4OA2A

couldn't be arsed with this one at all.

fuck country music. fuck it right in its eye. chop off its tits with a rusty hacksaw blade. stick a fork in its throat. comfortably the shittest off all the genres. i know there has to be bad music for good music to exist and if country didn't exist then something else would take its place but fuck me its bad.

I enjoyed that way more than I was expecting. expecially considering how crap the recording quality is. i'd absolutely love to give it a 5 because of my enjoyment from it, but the quality of it really is a bit shit.

Fucking hell, what an album this is. Still a regular listen. This album is fairly simplistic and by no means perfect but that is a huge part to why it is so special. if you were to re-record these songs played perfectly and extensively produced it would be a poor album. what we have here is jack white displaying the thing he has that is almost impossible to put a finger on without using the sould destroying phrase X factor.

fairly unbearable this. its just so synthetic and soulless and those singles have been played to fucking death. 16 year old me copied origin of symetry onto a minidisc and loved listening to it on the bus to school so much that he went to see muse at the apollo. he put blue hair gel in because he was wacky and totally different. that sums up what muse is for. wacky 16 year olds with blue hair gel.

excellent. another album on my regular listen list. punk bands are usually associated with 3 chord wonders with bad playing made up for by attitude. the clash display here they can properly play and write songs and still have more punk ethos than most. managing to do different styles of music and make it work. that's usually a recipe for a mess of an album but the punk band pull it off.

lets get the good bits out of the way first. george michael is a bit of a ledge and did being a rich ramous person right. freedom is a massive song that everyone knows because its decent. the bad bits are, the rest of this album is terribly turd. like as bad as it gets turd.

i wanted to like this more than i did. i love the concept of the album, a legendary musician coming to terms with his impending death by recording a covers album of his favourite songs. Sadly it spaffs its load after the first two tracks. the man comes around is huge and hurt is one of those rare tracks where the cover is better than the original and combined with the video it makes for a sad time.

woooaaah duuude. mellow out maaaan and stop being such a square. weirdly depressing for something that sounds all flower power. must have had a few too many bad trips.

i found this album in 2018 and battered it. sounds ridiculously fresh for how old it is.

i'm not quite as emphatica about it as his dudeness but i don't really like the eagles. Its like country plus.

the version i was listening to stops streaming after about 7 tracks. can't say i was disappointed. too smooth for me.

This was fucking huge when it came out, like there had never been a singer songwriter before. It's chuffing boring.

confusing as shit this, should i have listened to the UK release or should i have listened to the US release? the hendrix estate are also shit hot at getting things taken off yootoob, which is my preferred listening platform so that was muddled as fook with all sorts of random live versions. most confusing of all is why the american version felt it necessary to put an E in the word Foxy (foxey). the 60s were wild. anyway music, i had in my head that this was a rubbish album from some sort of previous listen years ago. i was wrong, this is very good. Maybe i was listening to the wrong release and one is better than the other. I'm no longer in my stoner rock days, as i aint got time for that shit, but i am now in my i wish i was better at guitar days so hendrix genuinely does melt my mind.

i didn't expect it to be so jazzy. i mean jazz flute on your opening track, those crazy swedes. it was alright, i might have enjoyed some of it but i can't really remember.

fuck i love this album. whenever i listen this album it takes me about a week to get the hook line from don't fight it feel it out of my head.

like some bastardised lovechild between the Smiths and the B-52s. two bands i like, but seperately. they're almost on to something, its potentially quite good, but not.

the europeans are welcome to keep depeche mode. i could not be arsed with this at all.

I'm a sucker for the doors, this is however not their best album. Still got some huge tunes on it.

A whole load of meh. Such a bland and instantly forgettable album that's saved by down in the tube station, probably the jams best song.

Another one for the long list of one single filler albums. Maybe it's a time and place album, but I was in neither I should try it again after a few beers.

This was a proper gateway album for me so it's hard to be critical. These days I can't stand what the chilli peppers are or do, but for some reason this album was a sliding doors moment where what they produced happened to be what I needed. It's an alright listen. Probably more about the memories it invoked than it being quality.

As live albums go it was ok. Got duped into believing the mc5 were the bees knees when I was younger so I've listened to this before. Nowhere near as revolutionary as I'd been led to believe.

As the darkness fell across the land so began his descent into the deep well of desolation. His love that once had been the shining beacon for his life has become the crimson eye of despair. Yeah, go to Whitby, listen to some cure and write some gothy shit. Only saw about 10 goths while I was in goth central, half of them were Japanese so could just have been baby metal fans and one of the goths I saw was mooching round in a pair of knee high boots and a pair of Kecks that left half her arse hanging out. Quite the juxtaposition with the scent of fish and chips and the penny slot casinos.

WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO goes the sound of 25% of Europe's post covid football stadiums when a goal is scored. at least it isn't the fucking can can, ay Bayern you bunch of lederhosen bumming cunts. It's going the same way as 7 nation army though, hard to listen to as a song thanks to football getting it's soulless mits on it. The album drops off a bit of a cliff after a very strong start. Thank God it's not the cor blimey cheeky cockney chappy allbran on this one.

not listened to this for ages. you have to be in the right mood, but when you are in that frame of mind, its fucking excellent.

wow, this guy managed to inject a bit of life in to imagine. The point of this whole list is to go out of your comfort zone and listen to some stuff you wouldn't choose to and this definitely fits the bill. however weirdly i've probably heard this album more than most as it seems this is a standard issue CD for taxi drivers.

doesn't really get going. threatens to be good but is just a bit bland.

i like the kinks but this isn't a very good one. its basically the title track and picture book and then a load of crap. can't go messing around with my carefully coordinated system because i like a band.

If you like the thing that Springsteen does then you'll fucking love this album. If you find it a tad boring and a well done trope then like me you'll think this is bang average. Stonewashed.

So I thought Willie Nelson was country. But he's like Tom Waits light. It's all a bit weird innit and then suddenly it turns into an advert for a payday loan with the whistley happy song. Think I would possibly like it if I tanned the album. Sounds like it's probably a grower (that's what she said).

The wheels really fell off this one. I started off enjoying it and then suddenly it was just waffling on with no discernable melodies.

I don't really get on with American indie. It's always a bit to high pitched and wet. Couple of good tracks but I hope the name grizzly bear is ironic as there is no grizzly going on.

all of these track titles are about SHACK. enjoyed this way more than I was expecting to. some absolute bangers on it from a genre that i generally don't get on with and the donging from the bells is a great start to an album. I'm a sucker for a nice fat bell.

yeah, fuck this. more 70s tripe. if punk never happened the 70s would have been the absolute worst. i'm not surprised there was a need for music to be ripped up and started again.

so where the fuck did the naughty little flea go? This is another album on the Nandos playlist.

Indie kids in clubs. What a time it was. Thank fuck for the lack of smart phones. Other than D.A.N.C.E. this album is a bit of a mess, i shouldn't be surprised by that but i remember how fucking big they were for about a year. I don't remember the album from first time round but i definitely went to some nights where justice were on, don't really remember them either but that is clearly for other reasons.

ENTER With the 2 step crew flibbi dibbi dibbi you know what to do not nigel on the 1 2s i should well be a garage MC. i was hoping for a guilty pleasure album but it was just a bit meh. however it was surprisingly easy to listen to.

Southern and Opera are two words that i never want to be associated with something i have to listen to and this album justifies that predisposition. I'd like to know who listens to this and gets such frothy knickers that they listen to it all the time and have to go and see this live? I couldn't work out if it was a joke or not. if it is then it isn't very funny, but then doing 20 tracks is mega lolz.

motorhead innit. you know exactly what you're getting. even though i've heard ace of spades a million times (thank you Tony Hawks pro Skater 3) its still mint. i'm pretty glad that Lemmy fucked off his silver machine for speed and JD.

good this. its festival daytime bar music.

he was massive for a bit wasn't he. i'd rather listen to brian. it's like listening to a bob dylan covers band that don't play any of the big hits. i've heard that's what its like watching the real bob dylan so this guy could genuinely be the most true to life cover artist going and i wouldn't even know.

I expected a band called Mega Death to be a hell of a lot darker than this. its such a good name for a band, but it feels a bit of a lie. Mega-stonewashed would probably fit better. maybe mega-real-ale. i mean there's not much dethy about this.

can someone please help me. i accidentally put this album on through the speakers in my room and the all encompassing smoothness has removed all friction from every object in the room. I can't open the door as i no longer have fingerprints and the door handle is slipperier than the soap in the prison showers. once i finally get out of this room the question remains will my new orb shape be the new fashion and shoot me to international fame or will i be shunned as the weird ball boy who looks like Duncan Goodhews head rolling around.

so another album to the list of 1 hit and a load of filler! LOL! i mean take 5 is probably the only jazz song that everyone would recognise. which probably means in the jazz world its the worst song going and all the cool daddios hate it because its 'square'. it could be that the rest of this album is top jazz but as i still don't have a jazz hat and haven't perfected my 'nice!' i don't know. still it was nice background music to work to.

Amongst the sound of the rare jazz flute and a thoroughly disappointing album a wild superstition appears to mildly save the day. Boring as fool this album, except for superstition which is an all time monster.

Hit after HIT!! That's the first comment on the YouTubes. I disagree, it's more shit after hit. The YouTube comments for this album are a treat. you can tell what generation their fans are instantly. This guy sums it up. This song is #3 in my top-5 underrated Van Halen songs. 1. Fools 2. Sinner's Swing! 3. Top Jimmy 4. Could This Be Magic? 5. Big Bad Bill (Is Sweet William Now) If someone didn’t know who VH was and asked me to give them only one song to try and get them into VH, I would give that person Fools. It has it all. Improve, energy, riffs, pounding rhythm section, killer backup vocals, etc, everything that is VH to me. How could they leave that song off their setlist for all these years? It was one of their first ever original songs and is found on their live recordings from their club days but never played on any major tours after WACF came out. WTH?! Sinner’s Swing is a killer song! 2nd song on their FW tour setlist and never played again. Ugh! Top Jimmy is where I get when people say that Ed was a better rhythm player than given credit for. It has a killer intro and mean riffs in a funky weird song. It’s definitely VH, alright!  They were just showing off when they did Could This Be Magic and Big Bad Bill. I know BBB is cover but still. They are showing off just how talented and versatile they were. What other successful mainstream band could pull off songs like those? That’s like Black Sabbath recording a country song or Air Supply covering an Accept song. Music could go on for another million years but there will never be another Mighty Van Halen! 🇺🇸

my brain today is very well reflected by the sounds that come from this album.

terrible timing for this album to come up. just spent 3 days watching punk bands, which is at least 1 day too many. so this was crap for a couple of reasons. 1, i've gone punk blind. it'll be months before i can listen to punk and appreciate it. 2, it would have ranked very lowly against most of the music i've heard this weekend. I get that its original from off of the time punk was new so its influential, but that doesn't mean i have to enjoy it.

tuurd on the run, tuurd on the ruuuun. wait, what, its not macca? once you've heard the rolling stones do their r'n'b thing for about 5 songs you're not going to hear anything new in the next 45 songs, or however many are on this album. fairly tedious.

enjoyed this a lot more than i expected. for some reason i always had them down as being a pop punk band who sing about willys and being immature.

boring. just straight up couldn't be arsed with it.

my heart sank when i saw the words Neil & Young. however i get why this is his biggest album, its not all shit high pitched country squealing. obviously there's some cos neil young is gonna neil young but yeah i still have my ears and sanity in tact after listening to the album.

fucking hell, cheer up bruce. Nebraska must be a grim place if this is what it sounds like. not much good to say about this dreary load.

far too much jazz in this baby for me to handle.

never really been an eminem fan, but it turns out teenage me heard this album in my friends car so much that i know it pretty well. I was tempted to give this a high score as some of the tracks are pretty good and its fairly solid as a full album, but there's some massive elephants in the room. calling people faggots in a song is pretty wild for these days and the fucking skit songs make my skin crawl.

Fuck Pablo Picasso, SHACK gets called an asshole all the time. i've started to listen to this album loads of times and very rarely get to the end. it falls off a cliff after pablo picasso, but there are a couple of belters early on.

all a bit dull. i don't understand what it's doing on this list. i get their debut album as it was very different when it was released and stuck out, but this is like the first album with the corners knocked off, like restarting a computer in safe mode. pretty boring.

this is by no means one of the best sonic youth albums, however its infinitely better than 50% of this list.

69! do you get it! its a sex joke! i didn't really mind the tracks i listened to, but who the fuck actually has the stamina to listen to the 4 weeks worth of music they produced. can't believe they committed to the Mega LOL that hard and produced 69 3 minute long whimsical ditties about love. that's some serious stamina.

Massive formative part of my life was spent listening to this album. if you took don't stop off then this would be very close to perfection for me. i wonder what the yanks think of the whole baggy manc thing?

It's probably a compliment to young Kendrick but this is modern jazz. It just aimlessly babbles along without even a hint of a melody, hook line or chorus. I don't know how it could be anything other than background music, you can't actively listen to it. Meh, I don't hate it so that's a bonus.

Wild that this was released in 99. It's way ahead of its time, about 15 years too early. Some lovely cameos too.

what a mad mish mash of an album. bit of everything. some of it was surprisingly not terrible, whereas the rest of it was a bunch of rubbish 70s drama music.

absolute Jizz. the most interesting thing about this generic 70s dirge is that the album cover makes them look like 19th century miners. calm down SHACK, miners with an E. also worth pointing out how shockingly shite their choice of name is. i bet they felt like legends when they settled on that.

pretty sure naboo in the mighty boosh talks about bad juju. This was surprisingly meaty. goff is usually a bit flimsy.

comfortably the least interesting smiths album. headmaster ritual is wasted on this album. when you tell people you listen to the smiths and they respond with "its so depressing", they are referring to this era of morrissey.

surprised me how accomplished this album was. i know of the byrds, i've never listened to an album of theirs and i had them down as generic swinging 60s beat music with tinny and shrill sounding guitars. this album is better than that and has some well written songs with a bit of complexion to them. not saying i think its a masterpiece or anything but it's a lot better than i was expecting. i reckon a younger me probably would have given them a bit more time.

Yes it's fairly generic, yes it is straight up dad rock but I really enjoyed it. I'm not considering joining the middle aged weller cult just yet. There's enough of them round here and I have no desire to stand like a penguin with a broom up my arse in a pair of gazelles, a Fred Perry shirt, a Parker and possibly a baker boy hat over the long sided hairdo. Goldie lookin chain did a good one about the Weller cult when that whole sea shanty thing was a thing.

Little child? Bit noncey that. Thank God for hallucinagenics, the Beatles were so safe and irritating until they started taking drugs.

well that's one thing i didn't think this list would do for me. I am apparently a System of a Down fan and i didn't even know it.

couple of decent tracks. I didn't hate it and only turned it off when it got to the french nonsense at the end so that's a bonus.

i don't quite understand why prince is held in such high regard. the two singles are massive and probably his two biggest, but the rest of this album is like a knock of version of the sonic the hedgehog game soundtrack. i couldn't handle listening to it.

I've always struggled with american indie. it seems like its good with talented musicians, a nice style and what appears to be a strong scene. it has a lot of the hallmarks of something i'd like but it's just wet. It's far too introspective and dainty, there's never any weight, anger or grit to it. if they whacked on a bit of fuzz and got pissed off they've got all the goods to make something really enjoyable but as it is you just get this feeling that the singer has got rejected by a girl, started crying about it and has inconsolably pissed himself on his bathroom floor after drinking shit wine. which is fine, but don't write a song about it and try to inflict your self loathing misery on to others. got enough of my own thanks.

just was not feeling this today. its good but a full album was a bit much.

it was just alright. not much to write home about. pleasant to listen to in the sunshine.

what the fuck is this? i can't work it out. its like some 30s vera lynn but trying to disguise itself as modern and edgy by using names of popular sad singer songwriters. ether way its not listenable.

for an album i skimmed through in about 5 minutes i have a lot of opinions. most of them bad. the production of this made every instrument sound fake. don't know if that's the desired effect but it sounded shit. singers who's apparent main purpose is to show off their really good singing voice is up there with country music for my most loathed music forms. fair play for making the most of your god given ability to wail, i'd just prefer it if the song was sung without the unnecessary showy bits and displays of 'range'. i suppose we've got to thank simon cowell for the talent show thing where you contort your face, do a knee bend and stick your hand out like darth vader strangling someone as you do the heartfelt bit of the song. to the albums credit, it does have her big ones on it. However they've been absolutely rinsed by every man and his dog so despite this being the first time i have ever actively chosen to listen to adele, i probably know all of the words for about 4 of these tacks on here. i did not enjoy this.

bang average.

does CCR count as a guilty pleasure or are they legit acceptable? does the dude listening to them legitimise them or is a band from San Francisco playing swamp rock and banging on about all the southern Mississippi stuff the epitome of uncool? i don't actually have an answer but this album stands up on its own pretty well considering i'm usually a 'the best of CCR' kind of guy.

i feel like i should like elvis costello, but his voice is fucking annoying.

i don't know why i've never realised it before but the chemical brothers are fucking brilliant. no idea why listening to this album sat at home on my own is the thing that has sparked my epiphany and not the times i've seen them live and countless times i've listened to albums and loved it. This album is 25 years old. madness. i'd be surprised if anything released this year will sound as good in 25 years.

neil who? never heard of him.

the worlds most famous folk nonces are at it again. i think that sums the album up pretty aptly.

i read that this is supposed to be one of the best reggae albums ever. It isn't. i also read that they couldn't afford to get back to Jamaica from the UK so were given an advance to record an album and this was the result. which makes a lot of sense as to me its got the vibe of lets just get this album out so we can pay off that advance.

i don't seem to get Leonard Cohen. he's supposed to be some sort of songwriting genius but the only one we all know is hallelujah and that's only cos of jeff buckley. on the basis of this album he's a muppet - he came up with the song title Jazz Police and instead of a tune of equal excellence as the title he creates that monstrosity. i mean, Jazz Police has the potential to be one of the best songs ever written. it has such power yet such elegance. its the man, but also a cool daddio and most importantly its close to jizz police which is funny because, well, jizz.

just buy her a fucking mercedes benz already. this was a lot better than i was expecting. for some unknown reason i always thought janis joplin was a hippy flower girl so never bothered to listen to her. she can wail.

Starship N*gger, outer Space Motherfucker. one of the few times i've really enjoyed the use of the N word in music. maybe one day when i'm in the middle of the woods with no one around i might sing along. though even writing that makes me feel nervous i'll get cancelled. album started really slowly, picked up and then was actually decent. piss poor name.

another album from the little purple pervert. i wonder if prince writes the music or comes up with his sex words first? i'm pretty sure everything he says is about sex and even when it's not, it is really. it must have made life difficult when normal conversation and making small talk sounds like you're going to mount someone like some sort of sweaty 80s stallion. prince: excuse me, what aisle is the ketchup in? shelf stacker: i'm going to have to ask you to leave the store sir, that is not appropriate way to talk to staff. Prince: but i just need some red sauce. shelf stacker: * crumples to the floor suffering from a monstrous orgasm* to give it some credit its got his big ones on it. they're super 80s cheeseball and i still don't get why he's so famous. is he massive because he was big in the 80s and he somehow didn't get left behind?

I got two track in and was hot with an overwhelming feeling of I'm not wasting my Saturday with this shit. Cuntry music can fuck right off.

it's like a bad comedown. i feel like this is another band that has all the halllmarks of something i should be really in to, but i'm just not. the majority of it is boring, occasionally there is a great distorted heavily reverbed guitar that sounds beautiful, but its the outlier in what generally is drab. the bits where they're doing euphoric to me are so cheesy they sound like fucking snow patrol.

decent.

electrohip hop from around this time must have blown peoples minds. however now it just sounds like a casio keyboard turned to the hip hop setting and a teenager just jabbing away at it. this has not aged well.

fuck this nonce music. the 70s has a lot to answer for.

This is happy metal. Nwobhm but it's in major keys. None of this is a compliment.

i can't quite pinpoint why Rod does my head in as much as he does. his music isn't even that offensive, but i just cannot be arsed with him or his shtick.

the year is 2001 and a wee 16 year old not-nigel is crushed up against the stage at manc academy 2 for the white stripes. this blew my tiny little mind and as such has them firmly close to my heart. Thanks to that gig i am massively skewed towards De Stijl and White Blood Cells, those two albums are stone cold 5 star albums. Elephant to me is the first of the second, more popular, phase of the white stripes. i still listen to the first two albums regularly, but i rarely got in to any of the later stuff. so listening to this almost feels like listening to an album i haven't listened to before. what its lost in rawness and originality it has gained in the quality of the hooklines and his playing is stronger. it doesn't get near the first two albums but if i didn't know about those albums then i'd probably be raving about this one. shame football has absolutely shat all over seven nation army. i wonder if the pet shop boys feel the same about go west?

the year is 2003 and a wee 17 year old not-nigel is again crushed up against the stage at manc academy 2 for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. messy, noisy and at times incoherent punk rock. this album is not that. they clearly learnt how to record and produce music and developed a hell of a lot as a band. that said it's not actually a bad thing, this is a pretty good album produced in that awful period when guitar bands thought they were dance acts but it was like they'd never heard a dance track in their lives epitomised by the fucking klaxxons. some utter shite was produced around that time so this is refreshingly alright to listen to. yeah yeah yeahs would probably have a pretty good best of album, but the avante garde art punks would come out in hives at the suggestion.

post drugs beatles. even the songs that you initially can't be arsed with you suddenly remember are quite good.

sting. surely he's on some sort of register. he kicks footballs at motorbikes and blames it on Suggs.

singer songwriters very rarely do it for me.

dead good. i went to see JAMC play psychocandy about 10 years ago and it was the first night on the tour. they started off by playing some of the big uns off their other albums and they sounded awful, like as bad as any gig i've ever been to. it filled me with pure dread that i was probably not going to have the stamina to see it through and lose a much loved band in the process. however, as soon as they started the psychocandy section it was fucking perfect, sounded brilliant. don't know if they were sharking us or if they just hadn't played the other songs in ages but i'm yet to see another band go from so bad to so good in a single set.

i suppose as much as i don't want to you kind of have to classify cash as country music. which means there is country music i like, so its now harder to just slag off all country music for being dogshit. There's a lot of filler on here, but the context of it being played to a room full of men who've probably killed people makes it more interesting and somehow makes you listen to it from the perspective of a crim locked in a 60s american prison. so i reckon you could call this some wort of performance art then.

What kind of shit joke is this? Prefab sprout without the hotdog jumping frog song? Who knew they were a serious outfit, I though they were just the 80s version of las ketchup. Should have stuck to novelty.

very good. the lyrical content clearly isn't aimed at me but when has that ever stopped me liking something that sounds good.

Pollys best album. this is love is gigantic but there is some draggy songs on it.

did not expect to see deee-lite knocking about on an album based list, but who knew they had anything else other than one of my all time favourite tracks. did some wikipediafiling and what a fucking mad bunch. american, ukrainian and japanese raised korean making music from new york that to me sounds like it came from the british house scene. not actually a bad album, nice to hear some 90s dance every now and then.

soooo... is it rap? is it nu metal? is it cuntry? is it pop? if i was wearing a cowboy hat i would doff it to kid rock and his genre merging abilities. fair enough rap and rock have been bed partners for a long time but mashing cuntry and pop in to it is some going. it has genuinely blown my mind, not necessarily in a good way, but its also not as terrible as i was expecting either. i did a google of his lyrics and he uses soo many words, all of it is basically him saying how he's a trailer park lothario come good, but soo many words. quite impressive for his meth addled brain to remember them all. 'I'm 3ft 9 with a 10ft dick'

do i buy country life butter? advertise whatever you fucking want johnny, you've paid your dues. sneering nasty album with some monster tracks on it .

Jolly. I enjoyed that.

as much as Mark Ronson does my fucking head in for being an egotistical prick, he did do a hell of a lot to turn wino from some directionless generic R'n'B singer into the behemoth she became with a pretty strong identity. this album is has a couple of standout tunes but the majority is so forgettable that i am choosing to do just that.

who has 2 hours for 40 outkast tracks? like a good football team the sum of the parts is better than the individuals. outkast together was decent. outkast split in half both producing albums and somehow gaffa taping them together is just self indulgent and crap. still hey ya brings takes me back to the heady days of uni.

i used to hate pink floyd, then in my stoner phase we did dark side of the rainbow (the wizard of oz thing) far too many times and that essentially got me to love this album. this album and wish you were here are islands in a sea of pink floyd sewage.

this brought out the guitar nonce in me. usually folk artists bore the shit out of me but i really enjoyed this.

this is the 3rd Byrds album i've had to endure on this list. one is enough, all their songs sound the same so i don't understand how two identical albums are essential listening. its the same issue with neil fucking young.

if someone tells you they are really in to throbbing gristle you've either accidentally walked in to a BDSM club or you're talking to someone who is such a music aficionado they've decided the way to keep themselves in their ivory tower is to listen to something extremely close to unlistenable because you proles don't get it. that being said, i'd rather listen to this than kanye or beyonce. what's the safe word again?

we've already had johnny cash doing a gig in a prison. i don't get how both of them are essential listening.

They definitely have more interesting albums than this, but then that's the problem with becoming popular, you have to do bland to appeal to the masses. It's alright, just a shame to hen you know they have better.

so 90s but not the good 90s.

its difficult to write something about an album that is on the good side of OK. its fine. much easier to slag off something for being shite.

yungblud innit. doncasters finest. gone in a different direction with this album but whatever, these kids these days can't make their mind up on anything. for some unknown reason i didn't hate this. it was quite nice background music to work to. must be getting old.

i was expecting something a lot more organised than this. bit of a mess really.

peter tosh is the type of name i'd expect a councilor from Reading to have. the name describes the type of man who is a dab hand with a spreadsheet and regularly knows how the rainfall this year is doing in comparison to last year. but in reality he is a boringly average reggae artist.

jazz stuff. i listened to the whole album but can't really remember what happened so it can't have been the bad or good.

i missed the bit of their career where they were a bit different and interesting. for me they are very much entrenched in the middle of the road making music for stadiums full of people to sing along too. so listening to their earlier doesn't make me think of some small band playing stages to 1000 people, it just makes me think of the song getting soullessly repeated to a stadium. its fine i supposes. i won't be bothering to listen to it again.

its got his big ones on. that's nice of him. a whole album of his singing voice is too much, he's quite irritating.

stevie wonders whole back catalogue has about 5 good songs in it. some of those are so huge they are almost as large as SHACK, but the rest is so terrible they are best represented by a malnourished foetal painted swiss cretin.

so when the creator of this list did his first draft they got to a point where they were like yeah i'm done, however i just need a bit more world music. so they went to their local HMV, popped over to the world music section and just grabbed whatever was in the bargain bin. this is such generic 'world music'. its at home being discussed by middle class yoghurt weavers at their dinner parties.

again, not very mega, not very dethy. fairly generic metal really. i got to the 8th track and i genuinely thought i would be on the last track as it felt like i'd been listening to it all day. that bascially translates to it all sounds the same.

i hate this. SHACK for PM.

what an album cover that is. Album is decent too.

decent. better version of peter frampton than peter frampton does.

at least the boyzone cover made it two songs on the album i know. got a nice voice and all that jazz but in the end just another solo singer songwriter thing where the backing music is just bland as fuck and sounds like a sample backing track on a keyboard.

live albums are for fans of the band. they're very tight, but what does that matter if they just play cheesy shit?

i really wanted to know what the black lads on mopeds were up to, but i can't fucking stand her voice so i couldn't be arsed to listen long enough to find out. never realised how much i can't stand this whiny bint before having to listen to this.

made me feel like i was in an episode of friends. or purgatory as its usually called.

i was close to liking this, but it went on a bit too much.

Like a paddling pool full of kids violating SHARK. Something like that anyway, I didn't go on the the lads holiday so I missed the memo.

i'm sure if you're really in to 80s rock then this is a top ten album. i'm not so it's a no from me clive.

is it jazz? is it psych? is it blues? dunno what this is and i can't decide if i liked it or not.

meh. album with a big hit and then some filler.

je suis un fromage frais. le petit pois sont dans la banque. ooh ah cantonaaaaa! Je donne des coups de pied aux oiseaux i enjoyed singing along to these.

not really a lot you can say about this that hasn't already been said.

i'm with the dude. i fucking hate the eagles.

"it's is my life" -Jon Bovi there are people in this world who's lives were changed by jon bon and his band. they couldn't imagine a life without his leotard clad perm rock. to them this album must be a fucking banger because even the ones i don't know are the same quality as the big uns. in my opinion that is a low quality, but in memory to drunken student times where i knew no better it deserves an extra star.

no.

he really didn't want to have a baby with that lady. very good listen, but the lyrical content isn't for me which makes me feel like a fraud for nodding along to ice cube banging on about murder and misogyny. if i don't listen to the words its great, but once i hear what they're talking about it starkly reminds me that my life couldn't be any further form that stuff even if i tried. i struggle with gangster rap in general as its songs about things that i either have no reference for or glamourising attitudes and behavior that i don't agree with.

WOOOO A LIVE ALBUM!!!!!

i put this on in the background and carried on working. it feels like its been on an entire week of my life and its only track 7.

Like SHARPE leading his men in to battle.

GRINDEEEER Looking for meat. either there are so many things about judas priest and this album that are overtly gay or i need conversion therapy. I mean have you seen how they dress? it's like they found a book of stereotypes, saw the one for an attendee of a gay club and were convinced there and then that that was the look they should go for. i was under the impression they were a band for stonewashed jeans and black t shirt clad old men supping trooper down the local rock pub but on the basis of this album they seem more suited to the eurovision song contest. maybe the rock pub blokes are in to them for the weird flag shagger ode to britain. that shit is well strange, i suppose there was probably more to be proud of back in 1980 but its like some sort of shit that Walter Raleigh would have penned. then you've got a couple of songs that get loads of airplay. my confusion levels are off the charts with this one. good work, Rob, Glen and Kenneth.

spaffed their load with the first song and then descended into old peoples home music.

wasn't particularly feeling this until i rolled up the sleeves of my blazer. at that point i couldn't keep my boat shoes still.

i really enjoyed the explosion noises. that's about the extents. i'm slowly starting to realise that as much as i would like to get in to metal, i just can't be arsed with this type of cheesey shit, and that appears to be a huge foundation stone of metal.

i'm never typing willy colon in to google ever again. 😳 More Nando's background music. nice enough to have on in the background but doesn't grab the attention.

fairly average. could have been better.

there were a couple of points where i was just about to really enjoy this album and then it took another unexpected turn. still i think the madness of it made it quite enjoyable.

just a shit version of Mulligan and O'hare.

This started pretty entertaining so I had high hopes. It quickly went south and stated to be some high pitch wailing.

https://youtu.be/G8Zw_ERCOts the ballads are shit, but the upbeat ones are kinda fun and make me feel like i'm waiting for a sub standard pizza at frankie and bennys.

this album makes me think of the voodoo stuff going on in Live and Let Die, the film obviously, not the Macca soundtrack. that's a good thing. he does a really good job of selling me whatever drugs it is he's selling, i would like some please.

gonna sound weird but courtney love makes hole sound shit. i know they basically wouldn't have existed without her and she's a big reason why they were popular but her singing is really really really really shit. the music behind her is pretty good and would probably be decent live, but you'd have to put up with her drunk woo girl screaming. and the standout funniest thing about Love is that Alan Partridge Boinked her. A-HA!

more from the insufferable cunt that is chris martin. this one makes me more annoyed than parachutes as i get sympathy to his backing band of non descript sidekicks. the music behind this is fairly decent, there's some tracks on here that i reckon i would be really in to if they didn't have that wailing insufferable cunt being insufferable and a cunty over the top. however i can swerve the sympathy for them as they are mates with an insufferable cunt, which in the eyes of the law makes them an accessory to being an insufferable cunt so they might as well be charged with the same offence of being insufferable cunts. my biggest fear with coldplay is that in about a decade everyone will have forgotten what an insufferable cunt he is and they will have some big comeback thing where they're inescapable again but this time everyone will be blowing way more smoke up his arse as they'll have crept into the 'legend' category of people who stuck around making average music long enough that people think that validates them.

i always wondered what metal would sound like without the theatrical drama school singing, the squealing guitars and the voice where you pretend you're a demon. this is what it sounds like. fairly palatable, i like the sound but the tracks aren't very interesting. shame really.

i just don't get bruce or why he has such a devoted following. always banging on about grafting and how hard life is, he's such a man of the people. he really gets the daily struggles of the working man cos he was one about 50 years ago. i hope the next song from 'the boss' is about whether he is picking heating or food. i found this unbearable listening.

my favourite, a live album from a band i don't really know. wooooooo! yeeeeaaaaah! hello denver.

weird but good. big band jazz meets avant garde. fun fact, oedipus was a mother shagger. married his own mum, albeit without knowing it was his own mum but still.

KEEP IT UNREAL. very much the basis of any of mr scruffs club nights. very enjoyable.

my general feeling of this is that i don't like it, but if anyone puts up a 17 minute track i feel compelled to give it the full listen.

The main thing i know about willie is he likes to smoke da 'erb. he seems like a nice guy but i if this is the kind of stuff he writes when he's stoned he should probably try a different drug. maybe i never smoked weed properly and the real weed professionals get so baked they time travel to the 1800s? Smoked so much that you think you're pre electricity.

this instilled nothing but boredom.

Decent.

the original architects of the twee faux country indie movement. this really did sound like nothing else when it was released, hard to imagine now there is an abundance of imitations with shouting bits in it (looking at you lumineers). having not listened to it for years its better than i remembered.

mad how something that was so inescapable and the biggest thing in existence when it came out can end up so forgotten when its no longer the zeitgeist.

if you'd asked me what i think of appetite for destruction before i'd started this list i would have said its top drawer without having listened to it for years. now that i've had to endure loads of hair metal thanks to this list i have developed an aversion to cheesy squealy cock rock. some huge tracks on here but a full album is too much.

pearl jam are a weird one, they masquerade as grunge when the only thing remotely grunge about them is Seattle. they're surprisingly cheddar and their reputation is weirdly high considering the quality of their output. my conclusion for why they're so big is they sit in a void between a whole load of genres which probably means they get people fans from all of them. sort of grunge, fairly rock, sort of metal, sort of indie. that said for me their whole reputation lies on this album. i have listened to all of their albums as my mrs loves them, but this is by far and away the only one worth listening to.

that's one of my favourite album covers i've seen in a long time. the music is a lovely dichotomy of the 80s with some of it being amazing fun times yuppie good and some of it being toxteth riots terrible noises.

the year was 1999, the location was woodstock. Nah, like fuck i was there. Korn passed me by, i was more in to the knob jokes of blink and limp bizkit. listening to it now i realise it was a bit harsh for them to get lumped in with the nu-metal crowd of retards as this is serious music for serious people.

its some singing voice that. some of this album is really good, some of it dull as dishwater. not really in to whiny ballads but the ones with a bit of weight to them are very strong. that boy had some serious talent.

massive one hit wonder here. the rest of the album is single paced and samey and if they were playing live i don't know if i'd manage the full set. i have no understanding of how a band that had as much of an impact on the world as the mock turtles can sit there with a bigger reputation than the inspiral carpets.

last week i was doing a deep dive on post rock after stumbling across Russian Circles so obviously this album came up. the trouble with many pioneering genre defining albums is that once the rest of the world has caught up there are always newer albums that take the initial thread and improve on it leaving the pioneer sounding a bit off the pace. that is the case with this album, its good but coming at it 30 years after it was written means there is a lot of post rock that i enjoy much more than this. if i didn't know it was such an influential album i would happily let it pass me by.

whys he got his face that close to the window? he's gonna give it a lick isn't he. that would explain the state of this album.

i was not expecting this to be on the list, as to be honest i'd forgotten it existed which is bad form on my part as i used to have this on CD. i had also forgotten how long it is (giggidy). nowhere near as good as i remember, there are better underworld albums.

i just can't do it. this music is reserved for weddings or 60th birthday parties down the local social club. i've looked at the track list and there's songs on there that everyone knows. they're very well written pop songs.

its been a while since we had something i dislike as much as this. fucking awful.

i got a little excited when i saw zombies so i was a bit let down this wasn't the cranberries. its very inoffensive, which is the total opposite of SHACK in trousers.

what a confusing mash of styles and sounds.

i hate this.

a whole lot of meh. i reckon on paper i should like this but in ear i just couldn't get in to any of it. luckily for the national it come hot off the heels of the absolutely woeful the the so i couldn't justifiably put it in the 1 star club.

it would be nice to hear what gang of four would have to say about our new prime minister that has been thrust upon us by the old pensioners of kent. i don't think they'd be happy, but then who is? should have been SHACK for PM. he doesn't fool any indians.

my better halves auntie is a Gary Numan Fanatic. i never knew that was a thing, but yeah it is. credit where its due to Gaz Man this is a lot more than just cars + a load of 80s synth shite where someone jabs at a keyboard with the 80s tones set to 11. still doesn't explain the fanaticism.

i listened to most of this, its ample background music.

this is definitely what King Charles III is listening to to come to terms with the death of his mumsy. i never got the mars volta before, probably because i was a simpleton indie centric tosser, maybe its the death of a monarch that has opened my Rudi van DiSarzio style 'Door of Kukundu' and allowed the light in. some of this is brilliant.

this is why the queen was so keen to keep hold of the commonwealth, she was bang in to this stuff. i on the other hand am not bang in to this.

i got about 30 seconds in to 3 songs before i could confirm that i fucking hate this shit. it is the sound of daytime in miserable dingy pubs full of smoke where no one talks to each other.

there is a reason that there are only about 5 bruce songs that everyone knows - its because the rest of them are shit.

fuck off.

don't be such a square maaaaaaaan. generic 60s, they didn't really bring anything new to the party.

i mean, i'm impressed by it and its left a mark on me, but fucking hell that is an assault on the senses. stressed me out but still better than any country music and john fucking lennon.

A limbo album. its clearly not part of the Kid Amnesiac hyper experimental era and it gets followed up by in rainbows (albeit 4 years later) which is arguably their most accomplished album. its not part of the previous era and it in no way compares to the quality of in rainbows so it just kind of exists in between, unbothered. it's still decent but it's competing with pablo honey for the radiohead album with the least individual draw.

i was hoping this would be another one like the SOAD album where i ignored it in my yoof and now i've listened to it i get it. it wasn't, if anything it was the opposite and now i've actually listened to it i like it less than i was expecting. it's super cheddar. give me limp bizkit over this any day - yeah that's right i really didn't like this.

this was close to being really good but in the end it was a bit of a 2x killer and some above standard filler.

Yeah, straight down the middle offspring. exactly what was expected, if not slightly better.

I don't have a problem with the genre at all, i like a bit of post rock and i like a bit of ambient, but this straddles the two in a bad way. it's aimless, its neither one genre nor the other. if it was post rock it would have a crushing crescendo, if it was ambient it would create a place but it does neither. either that or the place it creates is a menu screen on a mid quality computer game, which is not particularly a place i want to be.

well this was well more massive than i remember it being. My memories of it at the time are scooby snacks being flogged so hard it was unlistenable and it generally being pseudo cool nonsense. don't really know if any of that has changed but i read how they came to fame by filling in for acts that didn't turn up in a club they worked in. could be a nice cover story but it makes it sound a bit more of a piss about, which fits the music better than some uber cool new york hipster taking themselves far too seriously trying to be cool. gonna go big on this.

it's most impressive feat is managing to make all that glam 70s shit with the weird singing voices tolerable. got amazing tracks on and they're all pretty good, but listening to them all in a row turned it in to a slog, this album is best listened to in small bitesize chunks.

some very fat 808 sounds. that was the best bit really other than the iconic record sleeve.

looks like Mulligan or O'hare. nowhere near as funny.

i'm going to LA next week, i'll let you know if this is what LA actually sounds like. i like his continuation of Jim Morrisons vibe, he probably would have been a good replacement. pretty solid album, i reckon i'll listen to this again someday which is a fucking massive upgrade on most.

shit cover of gangsters paradise. shit cover of george michael. using his wonky eyesight to get away with noncing is just not cricket. there is actually a decent 10 track album in here, but fucking hell its bloated with shite.

cheer up mate. the album cover is great, he's got a cheeky little smile, but there is fucking nothing cheeky about this album. i feel like he's trying to make me walk in to the sea or off a cliff.

ah, the band that 6Music wants to shove down your throat. they occasionally do some nice psych stuff but on the whole they sound far too much like bruce fucking springsteen to be listenable.

nice and mellow with a bit of an ladies love Cool James vibe. a little bit irritating that he just banged on about how bloody good at rapping he is.

This is nowhere near as good as London calling, but not a lot is. Straight down the middle punking.

this could have been written by absolutely anyone form that era as it pretty much all sounded like this. nothing to write home about.

luckily for me i couldn't find the full album on yourtubes. i could only find the title track and about 30 seconds of that was more than enough. comfortably the least i've listened to an album on here and i couldn't give a fuck because fuck country music.

do you ever actually have to listen to a pogues album to know what you're getting. merely seeing the name 'the pogues' sets my inner monologue off diddly deeing. that said, rum sodomy, that's the best type of sodomy.

i've tried a load of times to become a wu-tang fan, but i basically end up just mildly interested. this is pretty good but i can't help but feel that the love for wu-tang is a love for them and not their music as their music is alright but not as good as their reputation would suggest it is.

flashes of good, flashes of avant-garde toss. mad that it came out in 78 though, seems like it should be early 80s so it was probably pioneering.

i wanted more from this. its solid, well produced and well performed but there isn't enough of a reason for most of the tracks, i'm not saying there needs to be a massive chorus or hookline but a lot of them just were there. maybe the purpose is in the lyrics, but i'm not really one for prioritising lyrics over the music, and besides trying to listen to hip hop intently listening to lyrics would be some serious mental exercise due to the sheer quantity of words used and unreferenced slang.

the list compiler definitely has a soft spot for costello as this is the second offering we've had from him and one in 1001 is more than enough. that said, it should be this one over the other one as its fairly pleasant listening.

i always feel like because of his political leanings i should like old billy. but i fucking hate folk nonce music and this is 100% folk nonce territory. its the type of shit that makes me leave a pub when some arsehole starts wailing one of their songs of woe.

this is like the English version of Dee lite. makes me feel like a much more upbeat 90s version of skinnyman with none of the politics. that's probably me talking shite. it's ok, it's not the hidden gem i was hoping for but its genuinely not a bad album.

fairly bland considering the deads reputation, however luckily for this album it popped up on to the list a couple of days after i'd been on a day trip to Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco. listening to this hot on the heels of knocking about in their home town and the birthplace of the whole hippy counter culture thing it sort of works a bit better, even if the haight is now a bit of a tourist hippy pastiche. everything this album does was done better by love with arthur lee.

its the california dreamin' band with their album, california dreamin' + 11 bonus tracks.

i said this last time we got a manics album on here but i'll repeat myself because why not, it's only me reading these. in theory i should absolutely love the manics and in particular what they stand for but for some reason i don't. This listening of this album however is softening me, i've enjoyed its peak britpop simplicity. it's unlike me to like the most commercially popular output form a band, but here we are.

way more dub than i was expecting. i've no idea what it is about UB40 but i have a soft spot for them and this album almost validates my soft spot. the lack of credibility the more poppy cod reggae brings is easily counteracted by their debut dub album.

still don't get the tiny purple pervert, but this is the closest i've got to enjoying anything other than the famous singles.

what a cunt. love the smiths, hate morrissey.

fairly happy with this, i suspect its a grower. sometimes this list throws an album at you and a single days turn around will only give you an initial opinion, a few more listens could make it a much higher rating. no i know about this album i'll definitely be giving it another couple of chances.

1956, mad. maybe it's been remastered every coulpe of decades but the quality of this is high well higher than i'd expect for nigh on 70 years ago. don't enjoy the ballads, but the rock and roll stuff is good fun.

bloody hell this is good. i didn't realise half of this was her. this is the 60s at its best, skittish drums, brass, strings, backing singers and melodies.

SHACK for PM. tom waits doing what tom waits does here. of the 3 we've had on the list this one is the best yet. i don't know if that's a compliment or not.

so this is the nick cave that deserves all the plaudits. i had formed the impression that grinderman was a complete volte face for nick and everything prior was poetry over drab music, but this has some balls. the downside is it's a bit long, but i'll let it off because i'm nice like that.

Not really my cup of tea. Let's leave it at that shall we.

1999 mercury music prize. what a strange bunch of albums that is. but on closer inspection of 1999 and the best selling albums we're greeted with an absolute mess of a time. we've got the year of trance and nu metal. manufactured pop is still huge mainstream with backstreet boys selling 40m albums. Eminem resurrecting dr dre. europop is big with vengaboys and eiffel 65. film soundtracks are selling like made (notting hill 2.4m). the indie offering is the wet singer songwriter thing that was the push back to britpop led by travis. we've got moby, will smith, macy gray, lou bega, sisqo. this year was fucking mental. i implore you to go here and have a look for yourselves as to what the fuck was going on; https://bestsellingalbums.org/year/1999 so back to the beginning with the mercury music prize list, it now makes a bit more sense. in hindsight it probably should have been won by the chemical brothers surrender but none of the others have really stood the test of time, faithless 8PM, stereophonics - performance and cocktails, manics - this is my truth, blur-13 all fairly un-innovative. so after all that waffle, it's alright. nice production, good sounds but the pace of it kind of stumbles along rather than flows.

the famous white elephant. it lives up to it's reputation. it's so underwhelming. i mean it must be hard to follow rumours, but the title track aside this is so beige.

yeah nah. fuck cunty music.

pretentious pop music sung by a French Dean Holdsworth. i've seen her on the telly and its just as much about the arty farty dancing as it is the music. like a modern kate bush who thanks to being french probably has a fucking massive bush.

This was so much worse than I was expecting. What's with all the wailing?

who knew i would be a ZZ top fan. i genuinely really enjoyed this no nonsense blues rock. meant i also watched a video of them live where they have treadmills built in to the stage so they whizz about while playing, absolute nonsense but the kind of nonsense i enjoy.

all i can hear is stevie nicks, who i find irritating at best.

good grade of odd job. brings something a bit different to the 'man with acoustic guitar' genre which is fairly difficult thing to achieve. the standard feeling when you hear some fella with an acoustic guitar is to ask 'shall we go somewhere else?' however we all know 'Fell just like a child' ist the only devendra banhart track worth listening to and its not on this album.

lil dicky lived a wild and wacky life by todays standards, but he did it in the 50s. genuine trail blazer. potential nonce. though both deny it and say he used the 15 year old girl to get him fast food from white only restaurants which coupled with his unconfirmed sexuality makes for the most unique of explanations that's so mad I'm inclined to believe it. no officer, i wasn't diddling kids i just love white people hamburgers. strong 50s rock n roll.

similar vibe to jeff buckley where there is an extra layer of sadness added to the already particularly sad music left behind. I'm partial to a bit of elliott smith and his weird offbeat jazz like music that changes when you don't expect it. just as you think you've settled in to the groove of a track he chucks in some weird strum pattern that kicks you out of the groove and unsettles you a bit.

so this album has shown me that i don't necessarily hate all skits. i hate skits that are about the size of the rappers schlong, how good they are at making love to a beautiful woman, hating on someone else or generally any other aggressive caterwauling. the skits in this are absurd and borderline surreal which is like a magnet to my vic and bob addled brain. overall its good hip hop and his lilt is really listenable.

went through a teenage spell where i believed the hype and thought the who were brilliant, whereas in reality they have about 10 standout tracks and the rest is a bit guff. the bits my older self has lost track with is that roger daltry is such a fucking duanne dibbley and i can't stand the nonces high pitched singing voice. mad that the standout for this band is the rhytmn section. it's competing for the best ever bass and drums combo with their competition coming from; reni and mani the johns - bonham and paul jones (another band where they save it) macca and ringo. many bands have an amazing drummer or amazing bassist, but very few have both together. this albums saving grace is that it has 3 of those previously mentioned good songs.

to give tina credit i listened to almost all of this which surprised me a lot. it was fairly fun. glastonbury 2023 yeah?

What's not to like? and psychobilly is such a good name for a genre.

i respect what queen do but i just can't be arsed with it. freddie mercury was proper fun, but the space nonce bugs me for some unknown reason, like why should i not like him? he seems like a nice man, he's interested in mind boggling things and he built his own guitar out of a coffee table, i should think he's brilliant but he's just like that fart smell that you get if you put a ham sandwich in a bag for too long. don't really like roger taylor either, why is he famous? drummers only get famous when they're dead good or sing. he should be like the secret unknown member of queen who was even in the famous kaleidoscope thing on the bohemian rhapsody video but i've never heard his name.

50% stone cold classics, that's a pretty high number for a single album produced in the 70s. most 70s albums we've had on this list are one or two hits and a shit load of filler. the filler isn't too bad on this either.

so the last nick cave album we had was some dirty grungy tunes with swagger and a snarl. thats the good nick cave. this isn't. the fact this album is about something so tragic makes it even harder to listen to. i can't actually think of a scenario where i would actively choose to dive in to the misery that is this album. anyone who does choose to listen to this album is a fucking pervert.

there are better massive attack albums. there are also worse massive attack albums.

i was expecting a speedy blue hedgehog and his foxy mate singing some catchy J pop but this was marginally better.

i forgot how much i listened to this album when it came out. this is possibly the second best character played by all bran, after the africa express one, that character is still one of my favourites, it's like something straight off fonejacker. anyway, yeah this album is really good, the second one was a bit arse and you only ever hear the shaun ryder one on the radio which is a bit of a joke, but such is advertised radio.

was expecting a load more 70s high pitched shite, but this was much better than that. the production and mixing is really good, there's nothing harsh in there, it's all at the right levels and it goes to show that decent production can improve a non-entity of a track. admittedly this does have some very famous songs on which is nice, but on the whole an enjoyable listen.

more nandos music. bet cristiano ronaldo listens to this when he's on his way to go and do some noncing.

arrêter! Temps de marteau. pretty decent that.

when the reds go marching, on on on! he's like the much better prototype of the used teabag that is ed sheeran. hideous ginger creature, the pastiest of things with suspisious eyes using predominantly black music styles to sing music that gets the women going. the prototype completed women though didn't he. can't see ed sheeran ever conquering slick mick in the all time tables. micks got a pretty good voice if you didn't know what he looked like, but there's just something so jarring about MOR soul being belted out by someone who looks like an eco warrior that's been trapped in a tunnel for the last 5 months surviving off stale golden wonder crisps and drinking his own piss.

more white man sings the blues. you can go to a jam night and see someone of a similar standard any night of the week. admittedly they are probably doing their best impression of Jeff but the point is its nothing new and every small town in the country has a 50 year old white bloke who can play guitar like this.

kind of alright. He's got a voice that sounds a bit like a camp bear in a cartoon. like a cross between mr slave and sexual harassment panda.

oh fuck off neil.

i can't fucking stand this small boy fingering nonce. i equally can't stand the fact that people want to brush it under the carpet so they can still listen to his music. this album is bad and it should be fucked into the bin along with the other pedo musicians that are no longer acceptable to listen to. wacko jacko is in no way better than ian watkins, the bad one, not H from steps. fucking nonce.

there are better kinks albums. its alright, but their filler songs on this one aren't really up to much.

meh. folk stuff for people who hark back to a mythical time with crazy strong rose-tinted glasses.

i get the vibe that janis was one of the lads. no idea what that means but it was what this album made me think. some good some bad.

who knew their dead famous MTV song was banging on about faggots. never knew they loved irish stew that much. probably the most interesting thing about them is some extremely mild controversy that wasn't an issue when they said it. this album doesn't have sultans of swing or the romeo and juliet one so it leads me to think we're gonna have to endure that album at some point too.

i don't remember skunk anansie having a nu-metal phase and if you got a list of their albums and said that is definitely the one you have to listen to, it gives you the best representation of the band and what they offer that is unique, it aint this album. i'm not surprised they went on hiatus after this album as it is clearly a band that has lost its way.

not a very good zeppelin album. its got a couple of biggies on it but the rest of the album doesn't make use of the ridiculous talents of jones, bonham and page. i used to listen to zeppelin in awe of the ability of the guitar bass and drums, these days when i listen to them i struggle to get past plants wailing.

the name is far better than the band. they're a bit of a rolling stones lite with a side of elvis thrown in. their most interesting tracks are the rockabilly cramps style stuff.

happy jack apparently lived in the sands on the isle of man. must have been a right fucking weirdo. live albums, the niche that belongs to the real aficionados of the band and rarely sound anything other than crap to anyone else, however in th'oos case they have one of the best rhythm sections going and a live environment allows moon and entwhistle to shine. the who have some massive bangers and as a drum and bass pervert the crap songs i can filter out the pricks at the front of the stage and listen to the backline.

i feel like i should have liked this more than i did. the overwhelming feeling is that its a bit messy, it could have been refined. a ten track album would have worked better for me. maybe i'm missing the point and the album needs all of the ambient noise to accentuate the aggressive noisy bits but then maybe i'm the next big thing producer and i could have brought unimaginable fortunes and turned trent into the next justin timberlake. i hope trent thinks about that next time he's at the oscars.

this has completely sideswiped me. i had no idea anything thoughtful or conceptual came out of moss side but it turns out in 1989 before it gained its guns and gangs reputation it was a place where someone wrote a film score to a nonexistent noir crime film and accompanied it with a conceptual short story.

i'm glad he doesn't have leukemia. sounded like a right ole knees up in there.

nice bit of dub reggae.

loved this album when it came out so it was nice to listen to it again and to my surprise it's still very good.

this list is affecting my opinion that live albums are shit. this one is very good, but then that probably stems form the music being good. the crowd definitely adds to this one. i wouldn't listen to peter fucking frampton anyway so a live version is going to be doubly shit.

no. utter shite.

how dare he call me whitey. this is way more coherent than most of the famous funk albums we've had.

what happened to the sexx laws loser version of beck? when did he turn into a boring borderline country moaner? this was about as interesting as a nautical love story about SHACK and the painted monster written by AI.

it's been a while since i've listened to this so i got the mild fear about it being really shit and i lose another (half) album that i once loved. luckily this was better than i remembered. The first half of this album is really fucking good and it's really nice of them to put all the good songs on the first side so once that fucking weird storytelling shite starts you can just fuck it off and not have to suffer. imagine if they hadn't bothered with that wank and just ploughed on with a full album like the first half. we could have had a world where steve marriot never left, the small faces continued and we would never have had to put up with that smug grottbags looking cunt who fronted the faces.

this just made me think of the fast show. nice.

it's the female version of bruno mars. to be fair that's probably a bit derogatory, she's clearly got more to her than he does. i enjoyed this way more than i expected, what a mad hotch potch have a go at every style album this is. produced really well and very easy to listen to.

this is the beck we know and appreciate, not that fucking godawful country version of beck we had on that last absolutely forgettable album of his on this list. genuinely can't remember it's name and i don't really want to try. anyway, yeah this album is good mad beck. some good, some average but the good is weird shit.

i can't take this shit seriously. it's a standard set up of 2 bangers and a load of filler but instead of the filler being insipid dirge it's hilarious wacky keyboard sounds form people who are super serious future goths. it was a nice move to put the bangers at the end of the album though, i think it might have made me listen to more of the album than i would have if they spaffed their load by the second track.

ooh, first album for massive band. this goes one of two ways, the first album is by far and away their best and they then proceed to churn out generic stadium drivel to their already formed massive fanbase and lose everything that made them interesting, or in the case of qotsa (and others) you have an album form a band (or just josh and a drummer) finding its feet, learning their craft and finding what makes them and their fans tick. if this was the first time i'd heard this album i would be keen to listen to other albums form them.

i have a t shirt for Neon Meate Dream of an Octafish which was sent by mistake when buying an alan partridge shirt and they said keep it. presumably they knew not really anyone would want it as there can't be that many people in to this brand of madness. i wear that t shirt because i listened to the album and decided that wearing a t shirt for an insane song on an album you don't listen to that gets you absolutely no kudos points or recognition from anyone you will meet wearing the shirt is the type of surreal shit captain beefheart would do. i get why they would put trout mask replica on the list but it is incredibly hard work even for someone who knows captain beefheart and has seen the magic band play (once the captain had popped his clogs). he does have some albums that are listenable, i quite like ice cream for crow but this album is so far into the realms of art/jazz that it flies over my head. i would probably understand it better if i was wearing a black turtle neck and a beret.

its the undertones doing some undertones. exactly what it says on the tin.

the beach boys does the 70s. incredibly hit and miss, but nice to hear some songs that aren't all about the really high pitched in the era where high pitched was all you could fucking get.

fuck this right off.

nice enough but it didn't do anything for me.

i'm no slipknot aficionado but surely this isn't the one album you should listen to of theirs or the one that defined a new genre. if anything i find this a little tame for slpiknot and almost commercial.

i cannot be arsed with ABBAs space disco music. i understand what they did for the world of pop music, i understand they are massive and unique, but i don't understand how this list could give us an ABBA album with zero songs i've ever heard before. and what it's purpose is. utter tripe.

jean michel snore.

so after all these years where we were led to believe brian was the musical genius in the beach boys and he wasn't even as good as his brother on drums. didn't know anything about him so read up a bit; was done over by charles manson and his cult, met some of them and then before you know it they've squatted in his house he's ended up moving out and they've sold all of his belongings. did the famous recordings of charles mansons music and when asked for the recordings as part of the investigation he said he'd destroyed them because in the most california surf dude way possible - "the vibrations connected with them didn't belong on this earth"

the name is a bit of a red herring. this was far better than the white man does delta blues i was expecting.

the cover made me think i was getting some 30s comedic music. what a fucking let down. i was well up for some crazy words, crazy tune Vo Do De O

Good stuff that. It's the good old moral dilemma of is the music ok even though he was a bit of a wrong un. Without really knowing much about what he did that made him a wrong un I'll score it seperate from the man.

And the bells were ringing out with piss poor singer songwriter pop

What the fuck is gasoline rod? Aren't you a knees up cockney Scottish person? Was his shite music always aimed at grans?

I was gonna absolutely slate this and then I realised it sounds like the background music from SpongeBob which made me smile. Also Scott thinks it's Morrissey that quiff, I think it's the cramps cartoon logo.

i have no time for this. well done for giving folk a 90s twist, but its still folk sang with a largely uninteresting voice.

thank god for drugs. they really did improve the beatles. some bangers but there's a lot of generic skiffle crap on here.

was quite enjoying this until it totally lost its shit and went in to some guttural ohming for what seemed like an eternity. that must have been when the drugs really kicked in. they must have been have a great time on whatever interdimensional plain they were on.

where was this on christmas day? some background lounge jazz to open presents to while you embrace the sweet numbness that only alcohol can provide.

i don't understand how i never went bigger on the chemical brothers when they were in their pomp. i don't know how i could have listened to this album and not have fell absolutely in love with them. it genuinely baffles me that even having seen their phenomenal live shows and listened to all of their albums when they came out that i never went massive on them. wish i could go back and see them in their early years.

enjoyable, i was well prepared for a massive disparity between their massive hit and the rest of their stuff, not just because of the one hit wonder thing but because that track was mixed by fatboy slim, probably why it was so chuffing massive. However i was left pleasantly surprised that the rest of the album had quite a nice 90s chilled out dance vibe, like big beat without the big beat.

not as good as dennis. i get why this was always referred to as a masterpiece and after reading about dennis' album i understand more that this is a joining of classical and pop music which makes it make more sense to me. however respect and enjoyment don't always go hand in hand. the worst bit about the beach boys was their high pitched harmonies of which there are quite a lot in here and the whole feel of the album got boring to me pretty quickly.

ah, the english guy pretending to be french because everyone wants french house in the late 90s. he has all the pseudonyms. jacques lu cont, zoot woman, thin white duke, paper faces or stuart price. this whole thing was probably a bit of a precursor to the radio soulwax 2 many djs mash up thing that was enormous in the early 2000s. as with anything that was an early "innovator" in a scene when you look back it just sounds like a shit version of the good stuff done by the people who took it and improved it.

This ticks all of my alternative boxes. Mr Es autobiography is particularly good too.

love his cover of the white stripes. chefs got some voice on him.

captain beefheart vs lieutenant lambchop and the battle for manx throne. this is the kind of beefheart that we can actually listen to and in fact enjoy.

fucking hell this was massive and i was a part of the reason it was massive because i listened to it fucking loads.

I expected to despise this but something got me to actually listen to it. quite like the cocaine song.

absolutely gash.

its like a film soundtrack. no idea what the film is about or even what type of film it is but it's probably the type of film i'd watch.

just when you think it's safe and to listen to it hits you with some 70s harmonised singing.

all of these songs sound like the music over the rolling credits of a film featuring paul hogan.

exactly what you expect from roxy music, some good stuff and some arty farty mad stuff. can't complain

massive predatory nonce. fingers little boys. lets never forget that. musically, the first two tracks are huge but the rest of this album is garbage and he's got a right whiny voice that is unpleasant to listen to. also he built a theme park so he could entice children and he paid parents to allow him to have his rapey sleepovers. fuck him.

red leicester, wensleydale, gouda, roquefort, stinking bishop and Hanoi Rocks. a selection of cheeses. after 5 songs this got incredibly tiring.

i know i didn't hate this but i'm struggling to come up with anything to say about it.

that's what i call high quality h2o. but seriously this has a decent amount of work to do to become high quality. it's middling.

that one that all the covers bands do is good even though i've heard it a million times. the rest of this was so piss poor. like fucking turd. its like they went on wikipedia and read the description for what blues rock is and decided to make it from that description without having ever listened to any music. this band screams local pub gig on a saturday night. really generic shit that will get the drunk people excited while the band all think they're the epitome of cool dressing up as the rolling stones and using their best rock star moves so nigel and janet will tell their mates about the really good band they saw in the red lion.

nothing much you can say about this that hasn't been said.

question. did rathergood.com improves this song? yes they did. https://youtu.be/txz83WACjxY this album well and truly shot its load with the first three songs. the disparity between the first three massive tracks that you still hear today and the rest of the album is astronomically large. from 4 onwards is some of the most forgettable 2000s shite i've ever heard, and i've listened to little man tate.

best pair of oven gloves i've ever owned.

i expected there to be some sort of hidden one hit wonder on here but we weren't even treated to that. it's very shit.

the curator of this list is clearly a costello fan as there is no way he has 3 of the 1001 albums by any other means. that said, i didn't hate this as much as i did the previous one of his on here.

imagine my disappointment when i found out this isn't about heroin.

forgettable.

tom waits is like a less vulgar version of our own Nigel Spackman. thought i'd be sick to death of tom by now and live albums usually boil my piss, but this was by far the most enjoyable one of his seven millions albums on this list we've had and that's in spite of all the cool daddios whooping and clicking their fingers that you frequently hear.

the track this is hardcore deserves 5 stars all on its own. i'm glad it wasn't accepted as the bond theme as its so much better being about mucky stuff than it is about a secret agent man.

i love horses, best of all the animals, i love horses, they're my friends! https://youtu.be/lA13V84zOPI

howdy, i'm gon mosey on dooown to the ole railroad bridge and throw myself off to save my ears from this darn misery. y'all be good now.

after the first few chords i was worried i was getting fast show jazz man 'nice!' stuff but luckily it went a different direction. i was really enjoying this funky ass shit until it went off on one at the end. well, Zappas gonna Zappa.

all this makes me think of is going back to stockport (that's where it's at) https://youtu.be/yKG8SSSAvPQ