1001 Albums Summary

It’s quite hard going. There is so much sadness behind it. Isolation, loneliness. The up tempo tracks are thrilling. The production is excellent.

Srsly? Must I listen to this garbage? It’s just awful. Self indulgent. What are they trying to say? Is it a mood? I just don’t get it.

An intricate album, melodic and rewarding. Will definitely listen again.

I loved this album! Such fantastic energy, great musicianship and an amazing rock vocal! Earthy, gritty, compelling.

Thrilling in parts but drags in others.

This is perfectly pleasant but... I refuse to believe this is an album I must listen to before I die. Pleasant vocals, pleasant playing but why listen to this when you could listen to Sinatra or Ella sing these standards? Highlights - September Song,

This is terrific. Classic beats (praise to Marley Marl), entertaining lyrics, smooth delivery from the one and only LL. The influence of this album on hip hop was massive - you hear beats and lyrics later ‘borrowed’ by other artists but also the style and swagger. LL raps about anything, broadening rap’s horizons. Such an enjoyable, fun album. Groundbreaking. Loved it. Stand outs - Mama Said Knock You Out, Around the Way Girl, Mr. Good Bar

14 tracks coming in at under 30 minutes - this is what music is meant to be. Get in, blow them away, get out.

Absolute banger. Legitimate album to listen to before you die - not just for itself but also for everything else that came after: No G Funk, Daisy Age hip hop or Neptunes prosecutions without this band. And it’s just so damn funky - impossible to stay still when listening to this. There are a few tracks that overstay their welcome ("Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad (The Doo Doo Chasers)"). But overall an absolute classic.

Just incredible. Absolutely essential rock and roll and genuinely an album to hear before you die. A brilliant record that captures this electrifying live concert. Absolute thrill.

I just didn’t get it.

A very pleasant album.

I enjoyed this album more than I thought I would - but the bar was set very low! I don’t particularly enjoy the 80s synth aesthetic but I did enjoy Lauper’s powerful voice, except on the final track with her Betty Boop baby voice. I don’t think I’ll listen to this again.

Brilliant album. Great pop songs. Witty, heartfelt, acerbic. One of his best post Smiths records. Highlights: Irish blood, English heart; I Have Forgiven Jesus; First of the Gang to Die.

Exquisitely crafted pop music.

Really enjoyed this laidback electronic sound and Tennant’s vocals.

This is amazing. Like nothing else.

Some pretty good jams on here. A few overstay their welcome but overall a solid album.

Very much of its time. Not sure it holds up as a classic album. Interesting, but I wouldn’t revisit. Ryder’s vocals are fun but Happy Mondays sounds like a party you arrive at too late and everyone is wasted and they’re having more fun than you. Which is probably true.

A really beautiful album. Like a warm hug. Lyrical, melodic.

It’s a great album. They really nail their sound here and you can see how brilliantly the four of them fit together. The first half is amongst the best stuff they’ve ever done. The second half isn’t quite as solid, otherwise this would be a five star album.

Spiky, aggressive, energetic. A great songwriter, brilliant sound. But there is such a dark edge to many of the lyrics - aggressive, voyeuristic, impotent rage at being rejected by women, sexual frustration - that at times it can be an uncomfortable listen. And I don’t know how much of that is Costello and how much is a character. Impressive and unsettling.

I really like this album. Skinner is a great storyteller. Dry Your Eyes is a beautiful track. Blinded by the Lights is stunning.

Just terrific, absolute party album, packed full of samples and sounds, I had an absolute blast listening to this.

I adore this album. It’s as if they wanted to play music like the early Beatles but every time they tried this twisted sound came out instead. Frank Black screeching vocals, Kim Deal’s insistent bass, Joey Santiago’s intricate guitar solos and David Lovering’s sharp drumming - what a combination.

Hmm... a lot of this album felt like adolescent swearing and shouting for shock value with ‘experimental’ production that was little more than quickly turn the volume up and down. Then a few gems would show up - great rock tracks - and just as I started to get into it, there’d be some juvenile, repetitive tracks again to take me out of it. Felt indulgent and deliberately alienating.

Not their best but a great album nonetheless. I love Orbital’s pioneering dance sound. These feel like classical compositions in depth and heft and really elevate the genre. Probably 3.5 stars for me for this particular album but I’m rounding to 4 in case this is the only Orbital album on the list!

An album to respect but hard to admire. The band are clearly talented musicians but I didn’t feel a spark with these songs - which feels especially strange for a supposed live album. Almost too polished - not quite rough enough. There are better examples of their style of hard rock...

Poetic. Lyrical. An album to return to at different times of your life. New meaning will be found. Beautiful songwriting, utterly enchanting.

A real gem of a live album. Foot tapping, energetic, engaging.

Absolute garbage. Repetitive, uninteresting, dated, meaningless new-agey-druggy lyrics, awful sound, terrible singing - tedious beyond belief. Not even close to being an essential album and nothing like the best example of its genre. Avoid, avoid, avoid.

Amazing, power rock. Catchy, great vocals.

It’s pretty hard going to be honest. The noise tends to grate after A while. It’s interesting to see how Nick Cave started out. It’s interesting but not enjoyable.

There are some top tier pop songs on here - Four Seasons in One Day, It’s Only Natural, Fall at Your Feet, Weather With You - but, having listened a lot to this album (especially when younger), I now feel that a lot of tracks just don’t have the same impact. Was it the presence of Tim Finn that screwed up the creative process of the band? It’s definitely my least favourite of their albums.

Great album, maybe not their best but a good indication of the direction the band would go in. Robert Smith had such a compelling voice.

Beautiful, lyrical, ethereal. The opening and closing tracks are exquisite. Kate Bush is in a class of her own.

Fantastic album. Need to listen to this some more. Really like the sound and the overall vibe.

Just sublime. How extraordinary The Beatles were. Their consistency in such a short space of time. Songs that will endure forever. There is so much to enjoy here and a variety of style and mood whilst still sounding like a cohesive record. I really loved listening to this on repeat and has been my highlight so far of this project.

I wish I enjoyed this album more. It just isn’t an album I turn to for any reason. At its worse it sounds like a band using my technology to complain about technology. It’s sonically interesting and atmospheric but musically it leaves me a little cold.

A brilliant album. Has the feel of a classic American song book. Wistful, melodic, romantic. And what a voice.

A beautiful listen, which I need more time with to really rate it. I wasn’t sure I enjoyed it on first listen but I started to get absorbed by the voice and the gentleness the second time. One which linger, I feel.

It’s likeable but not as enjoyable as The Smiths. Feels like this is missing a Marr. There are better Morrissey albums.

A really enjoyable rock album with some great riffs and power vocals. The double entendres and obsession with school girls is a like wearisome, but overall a blast.

Oh! This album was on heavy rotation when I was a teenager. I always loved the attitude and the swagger. And I realise now that this album influenced so many of my future explorations in music (soul, jazz, hip hop). I don’t think anyone else was making music like this and the album was a wrecking ball to the charts - all those ballads and Kylie, Stock, Aitken and Waterman. She sang about subjects nobody else was - feminism, safe sex, motherhood - not a bunch of lovey dove nonsense. I really think Neneh Cherry is a hugely inspirational and influential figure - sassy, London/ European / American, kick ass, feeling, mixed heritage and proud - a great singer and classy rapper. Incredibly talented and underrated. I hesitated when rating the album - if I give this album five stars, am I really saying this album is up there with the White Album or Hunky Dory? You know what? I don’t know. And I don’t care. This is five stars for me. I love this album.

Exquisite. Transports you away from wherever you are.

So many songs to enjoy on this album. I love that their music captures a very specific era and vibe and - mostly - one single adolescent obsession - girls, girls, girls. And it makes the music truthful and sincere. The songwriting will evolve on later albums but this is a sign pointing towards even greater music to come.

Not my favourite genre but as things go a pretty enjoyable bop with enough musical and lyrical variation to keep things interesting. That said, an album I am unlikely to return to too often.

Beetlebum is probably Blur’s finest moment and one of the best songs of the decade. The stabbing guitar, liquid bass line, heavy drum sound playing over the outro is sublime. Song 2 will always be a classic, thrilling track. But for me the rest of the album just doesn’t hold up. I like that they moved in a different direction and the intent with sonic experimentation was fine but it just doesn’t work overall. Some songs rip off Pavement; some rip off Bowie; some rip off old Blur (Look Inside America is a slowed down Country House!). And Damon … as a frontman, I’ve never been convinced he’s enjoying being a rock star. There’s an archness, a distance, a sneer in his lyrics and vocals that at times disconnects me from the music. He’s singing songs about his observances of life around him; he’s at his best when he’s singing from the heart. I want to like this album more but it’s not for me.

A curious album. I enjoyed the opening tracks but there were too many silly voices and meandering psychedelic moments for me to truly get into. An album of its time - not one to revisit.

My fiftieth album from perhaps my favourite band!

Nothing especially stood out for me on this album. The music didn’t capture my imagination. I found it a bit of a chore. It’s possible prog rock isn’t really my thing.

I really like the musical direction that George Michael decided to take with this album and it suits his terrific voice - one of the great rock pop vocalists. The opening tracks (Faith, Father Figure) are classics. However, the album starts to lose its way for me and the ballads are pretty dreary.

A really solid album from The Kinks which showcases Ray Davies' song writing talent. He deserves to be spoken of in the same breath as Lennon and McCartney. And whilst the album isn't replete with hits, it's an enjoyable listen nevertheless, with Davies' eye for observational storytelling holding your attention. Add to that a solid rhythm section and the excellent, under-appreciated Dave Davies on lead guitar and this is one of the best albums of the sixties. And, as if that isn't enough, the album includes Waterloo Sunset - a masterpiece, not just a great sixties record but one of the greatest songs of all time. This is Davies' legacy - a piece of music that will be talked about by future generations.

You hear the opening track and it’s a real blast and the band’s playing and MacGowan’s growling vocals are stunning; and then you hear the second track and you go this is great, such energy, what fun; and then the third track and you go oh this is good; then the fourth and you start to think this is like the other three; and as you continue you think, I might enjoy this music more if I heard the odd track from time to time, rather than a whole albums worth…but there is an undeniable brilliance about The Pogues.

Whilst there are some pretty great slow jams here (and the hilarious Secrets which appears to compare a woman to, er, kfc), the album is more a mess of ideas than an overall cohesive whole. Womack is a talented musician with a wonderful voice. But after reading about his personal life, you gotta say, the man had a hella unpleasant traits.

What an unexpected pleasure. A real treasure trove of wonderful music, brilliantly played.

Costello’s best album. The band sounds great together. I love the stab of the organ over the punchy rhythm section and Costello’s breathless vocals. Classic tracks throughout.

One track is probably enough for lively, loud, undead rockabilly. A whole album has you frequently checking to see how long there is left…

Sounds so fresh - if you told me this was released last week I’d believe you. Fascinating, pioneering sound and points the way for so much electronica to come.

I’m a simple man. I see a Pavement album, I give it four stars; and whilst it’s not my favourite Pavement album, there are some great tracks on here, depsite Malkmus’ impenetrable lyrics.

Ghostface Killah is peerless on this album of grimy storytelling and verbal dexterity. His taste is impeccable,with beats from underground heroes J Dilla (RIP) and MF Doom (RIP), old school innovator Pete Rock and chart topper Just Blaze. The samples are sublime - the old soul tracks gives the album a cohesion often lacking in other rappers’ efforts. If Ghostface isn’t the GOAT then he damn near gets close to claiming the crown with this record.

A pretty enjoyable album and it grew on me the more I listened, despite the fact that only a few tracks really stood out for being distinctive. Of those that did, Bit Part was a really sad song with clever lyrics and Confetti was really catchy. A 3.5 stars but I’m generous and will round up.

If TTD had been working in the sixties, what amazing soul music we would have had. And whilst there are some great tracks on this album like Let Me Stay and Sign Your Name, you never quite feel the music showcases his voice the way it should - the production is a little synth heavy and artificial.

Ice Cube’s third album and it is an aural smack to the face, as he spits and rages about inequality, the treatment of blacks in American society, injustice and police brutality over hard hitting beats. This is more than a classic 90s hip hop album - it’s a protest album in the best tradition of, say, Bob Dylan and it lends the project a satisfying cohesiveness as he responds to the acquittal of the police officers who beat Rodney King and the violence that erupted in LA. A few things jar - the homophobia, antisemitism and misogyny are disappointing (although Cube would argue his views are more complex). And whilst a few tracks don’t quite hit the heights and could happily be discarded (Gangsta’s Fairytale 2, Dirty Mack), cuts like Check Yo Self, Now I Gotta Wet Ya and the immortal It Was A Good Day (one of the greatest tracks of the Nineties) more than compensate.

Loud cocaine rock - if you’re gonna be rock stars be rock stars. No songs about romance or social issues or reflectiveness or politics. Just cobble some nonsense together, turn it up to eleven, have a ball and look the part whilst doing it. And it works. There’s only a couple of weak tracks on this album and Wonderwall will forever be the song that everyone in the university bar sang along to, whatever their usual taste in music. A moment. Well done, Oasis.

On first listen, this album sounds like a self indulgent mess - an in joke that the audience just aren’t in on. But after a few listens you start to appreciate the music (the synths are horrible) and some is even catchy - The Wall Street Shuffle, Oh Effendi - although Hotel sounds pretty offensive to today’s ears, even if the band think they are being satirical.

Whilst admirable for its innovation, it feels a little like a museum piece now. A bit dusty.

Not an album that thrilled me - admired rather than enjoyed. There is a repetitiveness to the music and it’s pretty downbeat.

An album that pulled pop music out of its 80s malaise to kick off the 90s in style - hip hop beats, r&b and gospel influences, supermodels in the video and George Michael’s powerful, soulful voice (the greatest pop singer of his era?). Freedom 90 is a perfect pop record (and what a singalong) and the ballads have real staying power. You feel George Michael is starting to be the artist he wants to be, getting ever more comfortable writing confessional (perhaps?), personal lyrics. A significant improvement on Faith, which also appears on this list, Listen Without Prejudice Vol. 1 (is there a more pretentious album title - vol.1 indeed?!?! - I love it!) fully deserves its place on this list.

Ute Lemberg has a fantastic voice and the collaboration with The Divine Comedy is an interesting one but the album doesn’t have enough of a spark to sustain your interest.

This was great power pop - both catchy and twisted. Reading the history of the band alongside is fascinating. Is this the definitive version of this album? What even is a definitive version? The production sounds so fresh.

Fortuitously enough for me, Elvis Costello’s third album appeared in sequential order, having already heard My Aim Is True and This Year’s Model. Fortuitous, because it gave me a chance to really hear his songwriting and musicality develop. The angry spiky first album, gave way to a more fleshed out sound with The Attractions on the second; and this, Armed Forces, builds on everything with a more soulful sound. I also love the depth of songwriting, clever word play and range of subjects (not just aggressive, brooding internal monologues on unobtainable women). This could be his best album yet. It’s terrific.

Quality album - moody, atmospheric, engaging, enigmatic.

Brilliant confessional singer-songwriting, this consistently engaging album is witty, caustic and unabashed.

There are great tracks - title track, She’s Leaving Home, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds- and there are ok tracks - When I’m 64, Lovely Rita - and there is The Beatle’s masterpiece A Day in the Life, which is one of the greatest works of art of the 20th century. The production on the album is excellent throughout and Ringo’s drumming is superb. A surprising mixed bag but something about The Beatles is always compelling even at their less successful.

So many babies were conceived to this record… This album showcases the quality and range of Elvis’ voice compared with earlier ballads and later Vegas mumbling, often straying into blues and jazz. The session musicians dazzle and are a real highlight. And whilst there are no knock-it-out-of-the-park famous hits (and a completely unnecessary near identical vocal interpretation of Peggy Lee’s version of Fever), there is lots to enjoy here.

Pretty trashy. I think Cooper is going for some kind of classic 50's American High School mood - maybe this is the original High School Musical? - and there's something to be said for the nostalgia vibes - but it's just not an enjoyable listen. The lyrics and vocals are tired, the glam rock is all up in your face and it's only the first and final track that really holds your attention. And, dude, if you love West Side Story so much, go listen to the soundtrack and save us from your re-interpretation/cover version. A dud.

Smashes it out of the park every track. What a talented vocalist. We’re all familiar with the screams and wails but I never really listened to how controlled and precise Little Richard’s singing can be. And this is music that just smashes convention - No wonder 50s America was terrified of rock and roll - Richard is singing about sex - doing it, thinking about doing it, asking a girl to do it, all to a grinding, pumping beat. It’s filth, pure filth. And it’s stunning.

It’s soooooo long… meandering, self indulgent… watch as the band congratulate one another for the thirteenth solo in the same track! There is no denying the talent and skill of the musicians is first rate, but it’s a hard one to enjoy.

Perfectly decent, if unexciting British Indie.

There aren’t enough superlatives to give this wonderful album. Joni Mitchell, the original confessional singer songwriter, possesses an exquisite voice and beautiful playing style. This is an album to get lost in and absorbed by. Influential and staggering, Blue is not just one of the greatest albums of the 20th century, it is one of the century’s greatest works of art.

We need to talk about Puffy. It’s universally acknowledged that this is one of the greatest hip hop albums of all time from possibly the greatest rapper to ever do it. Nobody comes close to Biggie for having it all - lyrical dexterity, whip smart word play, ingenuity and the flow - god that flow - play any beat, any style and he nails it every time, whether swapping verses with himself on Gimmee the Loot, messing with the beat on Unbelievable (‘The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I said hi’) or that laid back slow flow on Big Poppa. Impeccable choice of producers and beats (The What, Juicy) make for a thrilling, enthralling, near perfect rap album. But we need to talk about Puffy. There’s no doubting his contribution to shaping and developing Biggie as an artist but, my god, let that be enough! We don’t need your lousy skits, hype man contributions and especially not not your wack ass acting on Suicidal Thoughts. Let the man rap! Back down and shut up! It’s Puffy and the skits that made me hesitate over five or four stars … but it’s a tribute to Big that even this cannot ultimately spoil this classic five star (five mics) album.

Fun, rocking British indie.

A few tracks stand out but there’s not enough here to merit repeat listening. The production on the vocals is just awful! Sounds like he’s singing underwater!

An exquisite album from an extraordinary artist at the top of her game, PJ Harvey’s song writing and playing hits another level. Beautiful, melodic love songs that rock hard.

Awkward, angular, aggressive. This is a really cool listen if you enjoy dirty bass, screeching guitars and wailing vocals.

An uneasy listen for sure, especially in light of the tragic disappearance of Richey Edwards shortly after recording. The pain comes through in a number of tracks. The punk aesthetic is sincere, the band make a good sound. The production is awful- it’s impossible to hear James Dean Bradfield’s vocals much of the time - which is stupid because the band have something to say. I suspect the record rewards with successive listens but it is tough to hear the pain.

Pixies being their twisted, awkward selves on this fine, fine record. Frank Black screeches his way through track after track of weird subject matter accompanied by a thumping rhythm section and a brilliant solo guitarist in Joey Santiago. Experimental recording techniques keep things lively and the quiet-noisy template inspired numerous bands after this. This alt rock classic features two stand out classics: Where is my Mind? is a beautiful, if unsettling, pop tune and Gigantic, featuring a sublime Kim Deal on vocals and bass, rocks out into a transcendent outro. A brilliant, classic album.

This is a great punk record which keeps the aesthetic - snarling lyrics, in your face electric guitars over a thumping drum and bass rhythm section - but adds depth with the songwriting and structure. Really accomplished and entertaining.

George, maybe if you’d fetched your own damn paper, maybe your old lady wouldn’t have left you! Decent country album and whilst I’ll never love the genre, Jones’ voice is pleasant and the tracks were a fun listen.

An elusive and haunting curiosity. An album to return to. Intriguing.

A great album by The Jam and shows the band working together brilliantly making lively, insightful post punk. Foxton’s bass playing is outstanding, giving the album its drive and energy; Buckler’s drumming is equally energetic; and Weller brings the attitude and style to the guitar and vocals. And whilst there a few undercooked tracks (‘Music for the last couple’), ‘Start!’ followed by the exquisite ‘That’s Entertainment’ (Weller’s ‘Waterloo Sunset’) makes for a sequence of tracks any band would be proud of.

Is a bit of a slog to be honest. And it’s only a brief album! The most interesting thing is reading about Elliott’s background. Dink’s Song is very pretty. But nobody needs folk songs about Boll Weevils or Bed Bugs in their life.

Beautiful guitar work, wonderful singing, an almost dreamlike quality as Taylor sings about turnpikes, county lines, cites and steamrollers - a classic American album.

On their third album, Primal Scream moved away from their bluesy rock and asked house producers to remix their music, creating a chill out/ come down album. In the process, they created two absolute classic tracks in Movin’ On Up and Loaded. But the overall album is lengthy and tracks lack variety for sustained repeat interest. An album to reach for to help you sleep perhaps? That isn’t quite the insult it sounds like though, because that is in the post the dreamlike mood the band want to create for the listener.

On opening, this sounds like a by-the-numbers hard rock album with nothing to offer. But by the end, you really get caught up in the infectious enthusiasm, the reaction of the crowd and the sheer unabashed joy the band spark as they do what they do best - we are here to rock. No pretence, no artifice, no hidden meaning - just enjoy.

It’s clear a lot of craft and love has gone into this alt-pop award-winning album and there are plenty of luscious arrangements of swelling strings to emphasise to the listener just how emotional they should be feeling but for some reason this doesn’t touch you in the heart or grab you in the gut. The whole thing feels a little forced.

A great voice, let down by pedestrian songs with repetitive arrangements.

Is this good? Is this bad? Who knows? It is just uncategorisable. I listen once I think it’s absolute drivel. I listen again, I think there’s something incredible to it. You can tell Eno has some spark of genius/madness and the contribution he made to Roxy Music, Bowie and Talking Heads is discernible from this record. Do I want to listen again? Yes. And also no. I’m not reaching for the album anytime soon. But I am adding it to my library. The three stars isn’t fair but it’s all I have right now. It’s a placeholder until I make up my mind. Is this a one star? Or a five star?

Let’s get the bad stuff out of the way first: there are way too many skits on this album; there’s a lot of filler tracks which sound far too similar; and the homophobic and rape references are tired and repetitive. Now the good stuff: the lyrical wordplay is astonishing and even at this early stage in his career, Eminem shows huge promise on the road to become one of the greatest rappers to ever do it. And that he does it via this cartoonish, over the top, vile alter ego Slim Shady renders it all the more astonishing. The closest comparison I can think to make is with Slick Rick who told similar, goofy, x-rated stories; but otherwise, Eminem is in a class of his own with subject matter, humour, wacky sound effects, all of which turns him into a cultural phenomenon. And you can see why disaffected youth would be thrilled at this attitude - here is a rapper who, rather than saying he’s the best in the world, is saying he was bullied, feels awkward and makes jokes, letting his hidden inner monologue of odd thoughts become his outer monologue, a deranged steam of consciousness. I can’t give the album five stars - I’m saving the fifth for his next album - and also because the album is far too long - but this is groundbreaking, impactful, powerful stuff.

Debut is a quality album which does not quite reach the artistic and creative heights of Björk’s later work but shows the direction of travel. Björk is one of the greatest artists working in music and possesses an incredibles singing voice - the vocal range, control and passion is unmatched and she reminds me of great jazz singers of the past - and whilst not associated with jazz she can still sell a jazz standard like ‘Like Someone in Love’. Her voice elevated the electronic pop/ house genre on Debut to something more than music danced to in clubs.

Classic songs, beautiful melodies, exquisite guitar playing - an album that seems to capture the mood of the moment as the folky, peaceful, acoustic sixties (Deja Vu, Our House) turns into the gritty, tribal, rocky seventies (Almost Cut My Hair, Woodstock). This is America.

Grand Theft Auto San Andreas let’s goooo!!!!!! Really enjoyed this one - full on late eighties nostalgia - the sound is so crisp and clear! - and the playing is incredible, especially Vernon Reid’s funky guitar solos and Muzz Skilling’s amazing melodic bass. A funk rock fusion to savour- just blast the album and enjoy musicians doing their thing.

Much of the music is lovely. I cannot personally stand the insipid, saccharine Imagine. The lyrics of Jealous Guy sounds like an apologia for a wife beater (hmmm I wonder why?). And for all the peace and love, the attack on Paul on How Can You Sleep? is pretty vile (but again, the music is lovely, especially George’s guitar work). The production is excellent - Phil Spector! What a bizarre choice - what strange company, in hindsight. It’s endlessly fascinating to me that the magic of The Beatles came from the four collaborating and whilst strong, this solo album doesn’t compare to the band but maybe comes closest.

Stunning. The lyrics, the artistry, the variety, the production. A band unafraid to try new things but who take the fans with them. Taxman is a great rock track; Eleanor Rigby is a maudlin, poetic chamber pop track; I’m Only Sleeping a trippy, hippy sixties indie track; Tomorrow Never Knows experimental almost trip hop/dance Indian vibe… and it all works and sounds incredible. Perhaps the album that shows the world The Beatles as artists, making great works of art - more than just a great band. Side note- I nearly docked a star for the insufferable, anodyne, tiresome Yellow Submarine - but, hey, that would of been churlish of me!

A genuine masterpiece. Incredible vocals and orchestration, few albums achieve this level of power, beauty, emotion and passion and remain popular and even catchy. The first five tracks have to be one of the best sequences on any album ever: The haunting synths on Running Up That Hill; the snapping, urgent drums on Hounds of Love; the luscious orchestral arrangements on The Big Sky; the peculiar melodies on Mother Stands for Comfort; and that incredible violin riff on the immortal Cloudbustin’. Amazing, amazing, amazing. These opening tracks alone would earn five stars. And whilst I find the rest of the album elusive and intangible, these tracks reward repeat listening and immersion. Nobody makes music quite like Kate Bush. Iconic. What an artist.

This is a really enjoyable alt-country / rock album with plenty of head nodding, toe tapping tracks (Tina Toledo's Street Walkin' Blues, Firecracker) alongside more thoughtful, lyrical numbers (Sylvia Plath, When the Stars go Blue). And whilst the man is clearly a bit of a wretch, he’s clearly very talented.

My god, I get goose bumps every time I hear Garfunkel’s soaring, angelic vocals over the swelling orchestra in the crescendo of the opening track. Not many albums can do that from the get go. And whilst nothing quite matches the title track, there are some pretty, entertaining, witty and lyrical songs here to enjoy and luxuriate in the harmonies.

Apart from a few energetic and impactful tracks at the start of the album, the shouting and laughing (!) gets a little tired and repetitive.

Occasionally entertaining but mostly unmemorable and juvenile witterings; the band would improve with experience.

There is a breezy light feel to the album and some memorable tracks (Sunday Shining, Even After All), the arrangements are pleasant and the musicianship is great. Overall, though, there’s not enough consistency to make this a great album but is a noble effort nevertheless.

This album is an absolute blast - this is not an album to work to or travel to or read to or cook to or relax to but if you're willing to just focus and give in to the relentless power, speed, volume and energy this is going to put a smile on your face. Lemmy is 100% charisma, surging his way through track after track like he's running and yelling his way out of (or into?) hell.

Really good fun - I loved the horns over the punk rock and the cool swagger. Some of the tracks sounded like they might have influenced The Strokes. One to listen to again.

Catchy, toe-tapping soft rock made all the more spicy by the behind the scenes drama. A fascinating blend of artists, writers and style, unconventional, idiosyncratic but it works. Steve Nicks sounds glorious.

Iron Maiden are hugely popular. They don’t need to add me as a fan. Good luck to ‘em.

Aside from a few tracks with a groove (Hold Back the Rain), there’s an artifice to the sound of Duran Duran, principally conveyed through the nasty synths and drum sounds

This is definitely phat. This is such a brilliant album - big, aggressive, moody. It’s a great techno album that throws in influences from metal, hip hop, jungle and makes a massive sound. Back in the day, you could drop Firestarter or Breathe into the set of any club night - indie, house, rock, whatever - and the place would go nuts. RIP Keith.

Chilled, low key electro that starts well with some catchy, charismatic tunes but loses its distinctiveness as the album continues.

Madonna’s masterpiece. Perfect pop music. Like A Prayer is one of the best songs of the decade.

Trash album from a trash band. Facile, pompous, pretentious, dull twee, insincere and self absorbed. Unpopular opinion - Roger Taylor is the best singer in Queen! Two stars because I ‘You’re My Best Friend’ is pretty nice.

Pretty cool beats and noises. Not sure I’d repeat listen to the whole album but the odd track here and there.

Some excellent tracks (Passenger, Lust for Life, Tonight) and some misses. I imagine if Bowie were singing the tracks we’d declare this a masterpiece. As it is, it’s solid.

I think this might just be a work of genius. Ambitious, poetic, fascinating. I leaned five stars but wouldn’t be fair after just one lesson. But the potential is there.

An incredible achievement- that a band breaking-up can produce an album of such intensity, intrigue and curiosity is simply stunning. This is no songs-by-numbers album but an attempt to push themselves creatively, musically, aesthetically - this album solidifies The Beatles’ status as art. Endlessly rewarding.

There’s some nice tracks on here (Blow Your Mind is a highlight) and a decent example of acid jazz. Is this one for the ages, though? Are there better examples of the genre out there. Yes. Is there a lot of filler in this album - yes. Are you going to enjoy hearing this on a sunny day outside with you friend as it plays in the background? Sure, why not?

What you want: more imaginative, witty and hip-hop/funk influenced dance tracks like Groove is in the Heart. What you get: pedestrian, dull and unimaginative house music (albeit with a great vocalist in Lady Miss Kier).

Brilliant, moody, atmospheric, introspective goth rock. A haunting and memorable experience. It’s a soundtrack to your feelings.

Such a curiosity. What to make of this poetry over synths from the man with the bassiest bass voice in music? I didn’t fall in love at first listen but I think this might be a grower that rewards repeat listening. Three stars for now whilst I work this out.

Important - yes. Hugely influential, created an entire sound, often emulated, never bettered, there are some incredible beats here - Let Me Ride, Nuthin' but a G Thang, Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat - and plenty of mood and novel innovations. It's hard to overstate The Chronic's significance in the history of hip hop and the rise of the West Coast. But - looking back - there are no classic verses on this album. Despite his charisma, Snoop was never a great rapper and Dr Dre isn't a rapper at all (the DOC would surely have featured more but for his tragic vocal accident). The skits are infantile, puerile and, most unforgivably, unamusing. The subject matter barely moves beyond smoking, macking, hoes, fronting and general gangsta BS - when you compare this record with the searing social commentary of Cube's Predator released the same year, this album just has nothing to say. Dre would later perfect the formula with the massive 2001, arguably near single handedly flipping hip hop from niche to the main stream (where EVERY beat in the charts was a hip hop beat). This album leads there for sure and it's a classic in its context but aside from a handful of tracks, age well it has not.

Beautiful music, lovely vocals, gorgeous production, a fine, fine album.

Gangsta country - songs about committing crimes sung to actual criminals. How meta.

Cool, fun, bouncy, brief, lo-fi smash. Girls with guitars - can’t go wrong.

The Slim Shady LP blowing up so fast and Eminem becoming an overnight celebrity created an opportunity for Eminem on his follow-up album to write an excoriating commentary on society in the guise of a deeply unpleasant cartoonish villain who still managed to make people laugh, daring to ask the question - Who is listening to this violent, mysoginistic filth? And why is it so funny? What the hell is wrong with us? This is Em's masterpiece - the verbal dexterity is phenomenal, the choice of beats almost all perfect, the sample choices brilliant (turning Dido's Thank You into a dark reflection on the dangers of hero workship on Stan is a master stroke), even the guests (mostly) don't disappoint. Not all of it is easy to listen to - Kim is really hardgoing (but if this were a film, the actor would be nominated for an Oscar) - and a couple of tracks fall a little short - Drug Ballad and Amityville are the weakest - but the Kill You / Stan / Who Knew / The Way I Am / The Real Slim Shady sequence shows a rapper at the top of his game with something important - and horrible and hateful and funny - to say.

More sublime music from Joni Mitchell, this time with a rock flair. An artist whose work merits repeat listening and will change its meaning over time as you get older and maybe wiser. Superb.

Brilliant album. Like a greatest hits record - but nah this is just our eleventh album. Phenomenal funk, toe tapping, major vibes, genius musicians.

The band MOR DJs turn to when they’re feeling a little edgy. So easy to listen to but surprisingly complex and subversive. I don’t pretend to understand Steely Dan but I was perfectly content listening to this album on repeat.

Once Around the Block is a beautiful, beautiful track. Unfortunately, the rest of the album doesn’t thrill. The extended instrumental interludes are a little wearing and the overall impact is that the album becomes a little repetitive. There are other albums of this era and genre I would reach for over this one, and it’s a shame because Damon is clearly a talented guy.

Surprisingly underwhelming! And it’s been five stars all the way so far for The Beatles. That said, you can see the sparks of genius in tracks such as It Won’t Be Long, All My Loving and Not a Second Time - this band are experimenting with the form already and the playing is exemplary. The covers are fun but only fine.

Fascinating curiosity - a little known band whose songs were quite good but better known sung by other people.

A fascinating record and an opportunity for Sinatra to show a softer, quieter side compared with his usual belting vocals. And whilst this album doesn’t hit the heights of his run of albums on the Capitol label, this is one of Sinatra’s better releases on his own Reprise label. Expressive and moving, Insensitive is a real highlight, fitting neatly alongside a slow tempo I Concentrate On You. The orchestrations throughout are marvellous and Jobim’s guitar playing is enchanting. What a special talent he was.

Surprising to see this album on the list, not because B&S don’t deserve to be but because later albums such as If You’re Feeling Sinister, The Boy With the Arab Strap and Dear, Catastrophe Waitress refine the model of easy going, dreamy, chamber pop with catchy choruses even further. This album points to the direction of travel, especially with the witty opener The State That I Am In (although I prefer the stripped back EP version without the added organ). A great band, great live (they love their fans). (If I have your attention, do check out The Avalanches remix of I’m A Cuckoo which is an interesting odd little gem)

A singular band with a singular front man, there’s nobody quite like The Smiths. Highlights - Marr’s playing is superb (and got even better over the years), Lowlights - Morrissey’s schtick gets a little weary over a whole album; his songwriting improves too with later albums - more wit, less sentimentality (and the tunes improve too).

A thrill ride, like a rickety wooden rollercoaster hurtling at speed; driving rhythm section, stabbing horns, charismatic frontman; slick back you hair, rev up your motorcycle, pull on your leathers. Rock music like it should be done - get in, get out fast, look good whilst you do it.

Captivating virtuoso improvised piano jazz concert performance - a wonderful achievement, all the more impressive because of the challenges and adversity along the way (the Wikipedia page is a must read to understand this album). A work of art. Thrilled to have been introduced to this music by this project.

It’s hard to disagree with the talent on display and the toes sure do tap but boy does it feel awkward hearing these art school white boys singing the blues.

A stunning album - I was bowled over. I was expecting a maudlin, moody, introspective album of ballads and whilst there is a bit of that on the second side, this is an energetic, toe tapping, bluesy record which sounds fantastic - like they are being chased by demons and have to get this music out fast! The gospel backing is wonderful and the band just sounds phenomenal jamming together. I think it’s a five star album. A classic.

A pleasant surprise - I thought this would be awful but the man can play and sing and it’s a pleasant album to listen to whilst you’re working - just don’t listen to the lyrics too closely which are mostly just drivel. By no means a classic.

Driven, punky, spiky Britpop with excellent guitar riffs and driven bass, catchy tunes and if they borrowed too much from The Stranglers and Wire the swagger and sneer of Justine and Donna showed they didn’t give a damn.

Feels pretty raw listening to this album - the man sounds gutted after his break up. Sunday Sun is amazing. Some neat songwriting here. Three for now could be a four later.

This is just brilliant. I love the stories, the singing and the playing. The storytelling is oftentimes edge of your seat stuff - what did happen to Sally? Why did you do what you in Knoxville? If this were rap music, we’d be trying to get these evil criminals banned! Evocative of a time and place, this record fully deserves its place in this list.

The highlight of the album is the magisterial Wake Up. All the tracks before it feel like one long introduction and build up to this particular highlight. I find this album quite hard to pin down - I enjoy the music but I don’t know what the band are trying to say. Maybe this doesn’t matter.

Impossible to listen to without contemplating the tragic aftermath, In Utero will forever haunted by Cobain’s death. The album is angry, prickly and unsettling; as well as a band doing whatever they damn well please, despite what must have been enormous pressure to make Nevermind II. The sound is incredible and the energy and musicianship startling. Some tracks are almost unlistenable which makes them intriguing. And what a sign off All Apologies is. Fascinating, infuriating, uncompromising.

Competes with Ziggy Stardust for best Bowie album and therefore competes with every other album in existence for best album of all time. The album which launched Bowie not just as a great songwriter but a true artist, the poetry, musicality, taste and verve of this collection of songs is beautiful and unmatched.

An album somehow both distilled essence of its time yet also timeless. With nods to 70s soul deep cuts and a melange of styles and genres, Massive Attack made this masterpiece for the ages. Absorbing, flowing, emotional - electronic music was rarely this introspective. And Unfinished Sympathy isn’t one of the greatest musical achievements of the century as the soaring orchestra builds and swells and Shara Nelson’s beautiful vocals ring clear and sweet creating a transformative, epic, maxi and mini track. Exciting and frightening.

More fine swamp rock from these talented musicians. Sign me up. Fantastic sounds, exciting vocals, bluesy, folky, gritty, catchy. Thoroughly enjoyable.

What artist fills this album? What poetry? Blowing in the Wind is a standard for the ages; Masters of War takes its place in the ranks of angry, powerful protest songs; Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right is a charming, elegant song; Corrina, Corrina a

Unmemorable, tedious background music.

There’s some wicked tracks here and the lads rock hard. Although the tracks become indistinguishable after a while, it’s fun to dip into once in a while to enjoy the anger and the energy.

Definitely merits a place on this list but more as a curiosity than a classic; an ahead of its time, proto-punk, unpolished, rule-book-tearing blast of noise.

Billie Jo doesn’t care if I don’t care. Well that’s lucky... Anodyne, over polished, facile, faux outrage, mock punk, unit shifting, safe rebellion, fake, fake, fake.

This is when I knew for sure I’d been over generous with my ratings. This is a five star plus! This album is one of the greatest accomplishments in human history- what a privilege to share the planet with this man. The music just pours out of him, reinventing music along the way. Searing social commentary, history lessons, love songs for your beloved (unsatisfied presenting one of the prettiest love songs ever written in Knock Me Off My Feet, Mr Wonder just adds another with the euphoric As), love songs for your baby, straight up dance tracks, autobiography, spirituality - is there a topic Stevie isn’t inspired to write about? And the album isn’t some hodgepodge - somehow these diverse tones find a consistency and cohesion from the beautiful production throughout and the quality of the musicianship. Songs in the Key of Life, indeed.

. It has become fashionable lately to bash Bono and U2. Based on their music, this is entirely unjustified. Their back catalogue consists of beautiful, classic songs - Pride, Where the Streets Have No Name, With or Without You and I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For are songs which join the canon of 20th century standards, alongside the best works of Cole Porter, Smokey Robinson and Lennon & McCartney - and Achtung Baby continues to showcase Bono and The Edge’s skill in creating brilliantly written pop rock. Who’s Going To Ride Your Wild Horses, The Fly, Even Better Than The Real Thing and Mysterious Ways are full of catchy hooks, big sounds and swelling, emotional moments. The stand out track - to rank alongside their very best - is One, a moving track about the end? the start? of a love affair, told simply - not a moment is wasted, no instrumentation too much - pitch perfect. Perhaps the album as a whole doesn’t hold up as a complete, satisfying listening experience but the quality remains high and if you have been bashing Bono give this a fresh listen and a fair hearing.

Waits starts off with the screeching and the junkyard percussion and you can’t imagine a whole album of this- but then he sings a love song of such exquisite beauty and tenderness it knocks your socks off. Nobody makes music like Tom Waits. A unique artist.

Ms Sarah Vaughan sings songs from the great American song book. Utterly captivating voice, terrific jazz band backing.

Fascinating album - ahead of their time in so many ways; lyrical content, song structure, atmosphere - could be a college band from the nineties. Definitely a band and album to explore further.

Specialising in beautiful songs that sound so sad, this is Neil Young singing about whatever he damn well pleases with a hint of underlying anger management issues. Evocative images of waitresses crying in the rain abound and Young wrestling with his inner turmoil ‘ I need a crowd of people/ But I can't face them day-to-day’. Sometimes you want to say just lighten up, Neil. But this anguished melancholy is what he does and we derive great music from it.

Kicks off with some enjoyable folksy guitar and decent tunes, then follows the template to diminishing returns as the album progresses. I’d rather listen to CSNY. That song about calling the operator was a bit much.

Pretty cool noise and way ahead of its time.

This is fairground music. You listen to it on the dodgems or you listen to it at the ice rink. And its fine and it has its place but fundamentally, Norman has a wicked record collection and he knows which ones to sample - but since the originals give you the same vibes, oftentimes, as these remakes and you start to wonder - why don’t I just listen to the original songs instead and enjoy some real skill and artistry?

A trudge through London with tiresome tour guides, Blur spark to life from time to time (End of the Century, To The End) and a couple of tracks are fun the first three or four times you hear them (Parklife, Girls and Boys) but this album hasn’t aged well, as ubiquitous as it was in its hey day; there’s a lot of filler here in search of a song (Bank Holiday, Far Out, Magic America, Jubilee) which can get really tiresome, really fast. When Albarn inclines towards introspection he’s a far better songwriter (‘We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight’) and can be genuinely moving; but he falls back on a cheat move which is to knock out songs with ‘wry’ observations on other people that ultimately comes across as condescending.

Stunning album, beautiful vocals and incredible musicianship. Transportive, transformative and avoids the label of twee which bedevils much folk music. What a joy.

Tricky wears his influences well to concoct a strange brew of blissed out beats, moody strings, mumbled raps and stunning vocals from Martina Topley Bird. I slept on this album the first time round and now recognise it as a classic. Few artists can sound so confident in their sonic experimentation but so paranoid in their lyrical content. Rewards repeated listens.

Utterly bizarre. Weird rambling speech over punky violins, mad subject matters. Sometimes you hear an album and you have no idea if it’s genius or madness. One star? Five? Who can tell?

David Gray lucked out when he teamed up with this talented producer who elevated these tracks from bland acoustic guitar tracks to bland acoustic guitar tracks with a drum machine. These songs are perfect for underscoring an emotional scene in a hospital drama or police procedural, or for use as sleep aids.

Spooky and atmospheric. Accomplished musicianship and swamp animal sounds. Such cray cray.

Brilliant rock and roll album.

Björk’s masterpiece. A stunning, sensual, beautiful record, delicate and stirring. Minimalist beats gently pulse, celestial chorus soar and Björk’s incredible vocals hold all together. It’s hard to think of a more imaginative artist working today, exploring her own passions, never following the fashion. But here she is, wowing the listener with an extraordinary album quite unlike any other.

What a dreary affair. I have never got Simple Minds and this doesn’t help. What is Jim Kerr singing? Who knows? His vocals are lost in the mix, in favour of synths and echo. A band in love with the sound they are making. Such future! Maybe.

The Roots’ greatest strength is also their greatest weakness; their exemplary musical skill means they can play any style and genre - but just because they can, should they? The album is ambitious, but at times lacks a cohesive satisfying overall mood. But when they’re good they’re very good - The Seed 2.0, Rolling with Heat, Rhymes and Ammo are straight up fire and Black Thought solidifies his reputation as one of the great - but slept on - rappers.

Terrific New Wave album from the iconoclastic Julian Cope, who writes insistent and urgent music which is also catchy. The production dazzles and the throbbing bass, whirling organ and stabbing horns give the tracks an energy and bounce. A highlight from the eighties. BONUS : I don’t normally include singles that were later tacked on to the original album release because they were a hit but I couldn’t finish without acknowledging how brilliant Reward is, one of the tracks of the decade.

Mercifully brief.

Simply astonishing. I cannot quite work this album out but I think it might be a masterpiece. Alternative, antagonistic, rough. A template with many imitators - this was written in 1984! I need more time with this… four for now but could be a five…

Quality album from Neil Young. There is such a rich overall sound you can ease back into. And no singer is quite as distinctive as NY. Heart of Gold, Alabama, Words are real highlights. The orchestral tracks are a couple of low lights and feel out of place. An album which rewards repeat listening.

Yeah, I really like MGMT. This album is pretty epic and spawned plenty of imitators. But nobody quite managed the big sound / ironic sneer / catchy and moody psych pop sound like these guys.

Señor Puente leads an orchestra of extraordinarily talented musicians in joyous, life affirming mambo. It really is a thrill to listen to and the quality of the recording is amazing - you can hear each individual instrument and voice contribute to the sound. And whilst an entire album’s worth might become a little repetitious over time, nevertheless, you still come away with a feeling of intense delight.

Some decent folk rock here - and some limp folk rock as well. Inconsistent - seems like a good track / bad track album with some dreary attempts at goofy humour a real strain on the ear (Don’t Let The Rain Get You Down) but some nice highlights with the opener Darkness, Darkness and the closer Ride the Wind.

I enjoyed this far more than I thought I would. I expected an album of Sincere re-mixes and, let’s be honest, a lot of tracks sound like they could be just that - but there’s a nice mood throughout with some beautiful singing. This definitely taps into a nostalgia for a jungle sound which was briefly all you heard from car stereos and such in London. There are better jungle albums out there, though; and there are definitely 1,001 better albums than this. But it’s a nice enough listen for when you are feeling in the mood.

Extraordinary, extraterrestrial, talented musicians (the drums are particularly superb) play toe-tapping funk jams with a unique style and swagger. Ingenious.

Feigning to capture the live Tom Waits experience - the rambling tales, the gags, the wordplay, the audience interaction - Nighthawks has beautiful and memorable musical moments - the band are terrific - but the replay value is limited. The jokes may have once been funny the first time but diminish with repeat listening which ultimately renders this album one to skip in favour either of The Heart of Saturday Night which precedes it or Small Change which follows.

Classy disco, Rodgers and Edward create brilliant compositions with that unique Chic sound - intricate bass parts and that double recorded funk guitar let’s you know this is a quality record from the Chic organisation.

I’ve never quite grasped where best to listen to Nu Soul. It’s not for the club, it’s not for the car, it’s not for house parties, it’s not for dancing in your room. It might be background music - study music? A whole gig’s worth seems like a chore… It goes without saying he’s got a great voice. But I can’t stand the organ wail and the artificial finger clicks that have to be on every track. It’s just not a style of music I’m ever in the mood to reach for.

Struggling with feelings is never fun. Does listening to a whole double album which reflects those feelings help or hinder? I respect Corgan's self expression and the ambition of this project but I kind of wish he would lighten up. Send some hope (maybe on a deeper dive I would find it but I couldn't devote that much time to a 2hr+ album!). On this album, the hits are terrific - the orchestration on Tonight, Tonight is simply stunning and keeps the track pulsing with energy and verve - and some album tracks stand out - Cupid de Locke, for instance - as charming highlights. Overall, though, this isn't a project which thrills me - sometimes the sentiment, sometimes the length, sometimes the cynicism in me seeing a band wrap up teenage angst for mass consumption (possibly unfair) - one to respect, rather than love.

What an incredible run of albums - Hunky Dory, Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane. Bowie’s consistency over this period is astounding. There are some absolute classics here - jazzy dance with a horn section on Watch That Man, nutty piano solos on Aladdin Sane, the masterful ‘50s homage Drive-In Saturday, gritty Panic in Detroit, the affecting Prettiest Star and the floor filler Jean Genie. The Bowie reinvention continues apace and he keeps you guessing.

A really solid album. There’s some great melodies here and a sombre, contemplative mood throughout, which feels perfect for autumn. There’s a couple of stand out tracks (Life’s What You Make It, Give It Up) which somewhat define the British new wave sound.

Sheer brilliance. Pure punk with a charismatic vocalist.

I love the Beastie Boys but this is not the album I most frequently turn to. The rock sample / rap innovation is brought to brilliant effect on No Sleep Til Brooklyn, Rhymin’ and Stealin’ and She’s Crafty and there’s plenty of fun wordplay throughout, but the frat boy side of their personality is played out over a whole album’s worth and the Beasties don’t hit their artistic stride until Paul’s Boutique onwards. Nevertheless, a pivotal and critical album in rap history.

This is amazing! The playing on this track is phenomenal and the energy and power off the charts. This is not a genre I’m familiar with but I get the appeal - absorbing and exciting, an incredible sound. I kind of enjoy the angry political lyrics, less so the rebellious teenager stuff (but hey maybe this is as therapeutic as seeing a therapist), but overall a musical smack in the face.

Baffling inclusion on this list. Nothing especially memorable or outstanding on this album. I can think of at least three Teenage Fanclub albums superior to this for a similar but superior sound.

I am all on board with bands who cannot actually play music or compose songs but these guys take it to another, frustrating level. And yet… I still found myself in admiration of some of the tracks and think that perhaps in time this could grow on me. There’s something compelling nevertheless. A three - for now.

I gained a new found admiration for More Than A Feeling with its catchy hook and cool distorted guitar sound. I hoped the rest of the album would match this classic but aside from a few tracks, the album grew into a slightly bloated pop rock / prog rock sound, all very clean and lyrics seemed mostly to be about being in a band which is un-relatable for most of us. Still, a pleasant enough way to pass half an hour.

Behold a band with no soul. For Queen, showcasing a technical guitar solo or vocal gymnastics matters more than writing entertaining or moving songs. Beware a band having more fun playing than you are listening. It’s lifeless drivel.

Great musician, great voice but an unexciting collection of songs with no real stand outs to move or excite you.

Spiky, angular, brilliant.

Weller writes some decent songs in the tradition of The Who and The Kinks in a modern mod /new wave mood delivering a quality album which builds to the masterful Down in the Tube Station at Midnight.

An hour long car ad soundtrack devoid of any heart.

Possessed of a stunning voice, Sade sounds crystal clear and note perfect: and maybe that’s the problem. A little less polish, a little more grit and maybe these tracks would sound a more vivid; overall, then, a disappointment, notwithstanding that the opening two tracks are quality pop singles.

Watch a monster vocalist show the world how it should be done. Raw, energetic, Joplin is backed by an incredible blues rock band that matches her powerful vocals.

There are some real gems on this grunge alt rock album but it lacks consistency. I get that throw away snippets of ideas is part of the aesthetic - and maybe there is an honesty to that which has merit - but it isn’t as satisfying a listen as other records of the era. This could grow on me.

At a time when hip hop was mostly about parties and fashion brands, here were Run-D.M.C, shaking up the template by dropping lyrics with social commentary and slamming the drum machine over rock sound samples. This was ground breaking for early hip hop and kicked the genre along, broadening the horizons. Hard Times, It’s Like That and Rock Box are stand out tracks.

Stunning AfroBeat album. A truly incredible band joined by a masterful Ginger Baker. Fela Kuti is an iconic figure who inspired a generation and stood for resistance to power through MUSIC. What a force. This sound could start a Revolution and we get to listen. We’ve been blessed.

PJ Harvey’s songwriting skills are on full display with this powerful, poetic, impactful collection of songs lamenting the history of England’s wars and the West’s more recent military interventions. Harvey has assembled a team of talented musicians to produce a clear and consistent vision and the album is a cohesive, satisfying whole. The mood is sorrowful and contemplative whilst also pulsating with an insistent tempo and a laconic wit. Harvey’s vocals are soft and exquisite. This is a stunning record and a fine work of art.

It’s literally the same song repeated twelve times! And that song is an absolute dirge. My wife left me! Here are some strings! Tedious beyond belief. How did this get made? I think it might be one of the worst albums I have ever heard.

Brilliant minimalist electronica, great voice, absorbing, an absolute mood that I am here for.

Is it controversial to say I am unmoved by James Brown? I am sure this album is an attempt to capture some of that live magic and I’m sure that was undoubtedly the case to see him live. But on wax, his voice is garbled and indistinct and - excellent musicianship from the band aside - the whole exercise sounds flat: which it surely can’t have been. Maybe you just had to be there…

Evocative, soulful, classy album that stands alone from the movie, worthy of inclusion in this list. Mayfield was never better than here and despite soundtrack music often seeming throw away and disposable, Mayfield’s narrative manages to touch on societal issues lending them added heft and weight. Just a great album.

A near perfect example of the r and b genre, Rhythm Nation 1814 spawned hit after hit and solidified Jam and Lewis’ reputation for producing high quality, radio friendly tracks. And Janet Jackson is such a powerful presence - bold vocals and charisma to spare . Although the social consciousness of her album is over stated, at least there is an attempt at something to say. An album that spawned many imitators and flipped urban music to the mainstream. Really massive record.

Who knew the surf pop dudes could write an album of such exquisite beauty? Pet Sounds is one of the greatest works of art of the twentieth century. Fragile, delicate, poetic, with perfect arrangements and haunting tunes, this album stands alongside the compositions and musical innovations of The Beatles. A transformative album, to take you from where you are to another place and time. The delicate beauty of God Only Knows is a fine love / love lorn song and tracks like Wouldn’t It Be Nice and Sloop John B have a playful enjoyable energy to them. A five star classic and an album which will be remembered and revere in centuries to come.

A classic album full of love, life and passion, has any album so popular been so controversial? Critics argue Simon broke the South Africa boycott to make this album and took a musical genre he had no right to play; his supporters argue he crossed the colour line and collaborated with African artists, helping to hasten the end of apartheid. It is for each listener to determine for themselves how they feel about this album. Judged on the product alone, however, this is an exquisitely crafted collection of songs with Simon at the height of his lyrical powers and an assembly of musicians playing beautiful melodies and memorable polyrhythms. A great singalong album, a road trip album, a unique album in its blend of Western song writing and African music (is Simon flying too close to the sun, evoking Elvis, a white artist accused of stealing black music?) with so many highlights- Boy in the Bubble, Diamonds in the Soles of her Shoes, You Can Call Me Al, Graceland -what a quartet of singles! - Whatever else, Simon took a massive risk with this album and what could have been a colossal, laughable failure turned out to be one of the greatest albums of all time.

A marvellous collection of Afro Cuban music beautifully produced, charming and beguiling.

Absolute filth. Get a bar of soap, Iggy and clean yourself up. Total mess, noisy, clashing instruments, no discipline, learn some real songs you ragged bunch. I loved it.

This curious concept album sees Ray Davies imagine the life of a carpet layer called Arthur. As such, catchy album opener aside, there’s no real hits to be found here, but it is a solid album which showcases Davies’ song writing skills and is a jaunty, smart and engaging curiosity.

Don McLean was my first ever gig. I was 16 years old and I went with my friend and his mum to the Worthing Assembly Rooms. The poor guy deserved much better than that dump. He had a terrible cold and asked for some sweet tea. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get through American Pie at the end. He thought we’d have to sing it for him. And I guess we kind of did. It’s the perfect singalong song - or the chorus is at least. I made it my mission to remember the lyrics, though, and I do still to this day. And with this album of the day, I enjoyed reminiscing to the title track and to Vincent and Winterwood and just like the Worthing Assembly Rooms, Don Maclean deserved better - more recognition, more success, for writing sweet, folk rock ballads that were always pretty, sometimes enigmatic, usually heartfelt.

The air of dread and menace captured on Gimmee Shelter is spine tinglingly atmospheric and the album closer You Can’t Always Get What You Want is a brilliant epic record to float away on. Has their ever been a more momentous album opener/closer? In between, some brilliant musicians play some catchy, engaging tunes of music they enjoy.

A charming, enjoyable alt country album. Immerse yourself in the sound and let it wash over you. just a great American LP.

A perfect distillation of that nineties sound, Hole were kind of alt / kind of pop, tabloid fodder lead singer / artist with integrity, cynical / sell out - holding all these contradictions together in the one hole. And accordingly, it’s one of the best albums of the nineties. It captures that mood so perfectly - disaffected rich kids, LA is so shallow but means the world.

Excellent new wave gem, thoroughly enjoyable. Talking Heads crossed with Roxy Music. Sounds as fresh as a daisy.

Despite the clean cut image, it’s fairly clear that these boys just have one thing on their mind: sex, sex, sex. All the girls in the world are there to be enjoyed. We will harmonise and tell you about it. Proper Americana, fusing country and rock, this is drive-ins and diners and Bobby socks and even some sinister undertones a la David Lynch. Compelling listening.

Talent everywhere on this album. What a wonderful sound. Hypnotic, life affirming jazz.

Common isn’t afraid to show his soft side but doesn’t want you thinking he’s a pushover. Thoughtful, considered, occasionally dull in his earnestness, at least Common is true to self and working hard to express himself as an artist. His lyricism is often on point; his flow a little laid back; and as such, he doesn’t grab your attention like a Jay-Z or Eminem. Occasionally the record fades into the background. But his choice of collaborator in Kanye West is superb, who brings his soul samples and beats to full effect - this is genius Kanye (instead of loopy Kanye) and the soundscape is gorgeous. Be (Intro) is one of his greatest productions - thrilling, heart soaring music with Common’s glorious musings on the future and fatherhood and potential - this, along with tracks like Chi City and Real People, is where the album really comes alive. One more note in the art of sampling - Kanye didn’t just take a stone cold classic and add a beat to it; Mother Nature by Albert Jones is a TERRIBLE track about rabbits and bees and how Mother Nature made you for me - it’s about as by the numbers as a soul record can get - BUT it has this horn section on the intro - super short - and that becomes the heart of this Be (Intro). To dig that out of obscurity, recognise its potential, flip it and make it something greater - well that’s the sampler’s art right there. Kanye is a genius.

An absorbing, intelligent nu soul album with stunning vocals and excellent production, Jazmine Sullivan astutely narrates the complexities of modern dating, relationships and self worth on an album that rewards repeat listening.

Glorious, elegant, flaming singer songwriting from Rufus Wainwright. Some really absorbing tracks with a stylistic strings and drum machine flavour. Normally strings are added to hide the shortcomings of the singer or the singing but not so here - the vocals and music together to make a chamber pop classic.

More heavy metal glee from the Beast, Iron Maiden sure sound like they are having a lot of fun. And if you let yourself get lost in the opera of it all then you will too.

Thundercat just does whatever he pleases and I dig it. The lazy vibe musical aesthetic and stream of consciousness lyrics create a mood that could undeniably aggravate the audience but there is something refreshing in an artist just going for their own style without following current trends - if anything, Thundercat harks back to 70s acid jazz and Steely Dan for inspiration. An absorbing listen, a genuine curiosity, elusive and intriguing.

Melancholy, contemplative, imbued with much sadness, in many respects Five Leaves Left is a tough listen. Drake’s voice is beautiful and the production exquisite but the mood is dour and there is little variety between tracks. Probably a 3.5 but I’ll lean 4 because it is the festive season.

Brilliant dirty blues rock from the other invading Brits, the dark undertones of this recording make the Stones feel like the anti -Beatles; but here they are ploughing their own furrough, upsetting the neighbours, upsetting women and causing all kinds of chaos. Under my Thumb is the highlight - Sinister and unsettling. The experimentation with a variety of instruments adds flavour and the drumming of Charlie Watts (RIP) is exemplary.

Absolute genius in its own way. Essentially, this is the same basic musical setup as The Beatles or Booker T and the MGs but THIS music sounds like it’s from another planet which is terrifying and frightening. Slayer get this sound out of those same instruments. Music is incredible. I couldn’t listen to this too many times but I’m glad I have heard it.

A stunning achievement, Lamar’s insightful, searing social commentary over a jazz infused hip hop soundtrack easily towers over most artists working in any genre today. And artist is the correct description- TPAB is a work of art which will be looked back upon and studied as an artefact of these times and the position of Black Americans in US society. Nobody else comes close to offering this whilst also making listenable, ostensibly mainstream music. Poetic, inventive, dynamic, essential. A masterpiece.

Whilst admirable for a mainstream artist to reinvent their sound so dramatically from album to album, Yeezus mostly fails to land and is a somewhat drab affair which becomes a bit of a chore to listen to. There are undoubtedly moments of inspiration - I’m In It segueing into Blood on the Leaves is a thrilling sound and Black Skinhead a thumping statement - but lyrically, Ye isn’t the greatest rapper and his content focusses too much on debasing women and name checking fashion labels to engage the listener. There are better Kanye albums.

Stunning. Unlike anything I’ve heard before. Completely absorbing. Such depth, such intensity, such reshaping of the world through music. Towering achievement.

Teenage Fanclub are a terrific band and Bandwagonesque is a great album. Their songs stood out from the Brit Pop scene - indeed, they don’t really belong to that genre. Here are finely crafted, folk influenced songs with intricate sung melodies and lead guitar duties shared between the band, with lovely guitar solos. The model was refined further on their next album, Grand Prix, which of their masterpiece - five stars are reserved for that album so four stars for this.

Tracy Chapman sure can write a memorable tune and Fast Car, Revolution and Baby Can I Hold You? are perfect examples. There’s such a sweet sincerity behind this work and an almost naive quality to the music - an accidental pop star whose otherwise quiet acoustic guitar coffee shop songs somehow gained international attention. The album is perfectly fine but you can’t help but feel the polished production is a little too polished and radio friendly - you want to see what Chapman can do bursting out with a little more tempo or urgency, shake up the style, show me more, be grittier. But whatever else you can fault, Chapman’s work is full of integrity and I doubt she gives a damn what anyone else thinks. So good on her. You made a pretty memorable album.

A bit of a slog if I’m honest. Everyone raved about this album at the time but it’s not stood up well. The beautiful Hindi singing elevates the bland dance tracks a little and there’s a few nice touches and flourishes here and there. But not an album for the ages, sadly.

Perhaps Sinatra’s finest album. Perfectly chosen songs to reflect that melancholy, down tempo, heartbreak mood - legend has it Frank recorded in front of a life size cardboard cut out of Ava Gardner - sung with the lightest of touches by the greatest interpreter of popular music, framed perfectly by exquisite Nelson Riddle arrangements. What’s striking is the musical choices - Can’t We Be Friends is simply backed by the beautiful guitar solos of George van Eps and little more than piano, drums and bass, creating a quiet, jazz cafe mood; whilst others, such as the opening track, are backed by a full orchestra which swells and soars - but throughout, Sinatra’s vocals stand out as the focal point, constantly capturing the emotion of the moment, making the listener truly believe the heartache. Sinatra’s artistry is captured beautifully on one of the greatest works of art of the twentieth century.

A beautifully crafted album, cementing Swift's place as today's premier singer songwriter. Poetic, witty, insightful, Swift tells absorbing stories of doomed and sometimes happy relationships. The melancholy autumnal mood of this album is delightful - the production is excellent. Her prolific output is extraordinary - nine albums and she’s only 32 . So much more greatness to come.

When first released, I was too much into Britpop and indie bands to appreciate this album and judged this album as too poppy. Over time, however, I’ve grown much fonder of JLP and turn to it every once in a while for that 90s crystal clear nineties production nostalgic pop guitar radio sound, released at a time when selling aggressively marketed records actually made labels money. Alanis is a hoot, chucking everything into the vocals and sticking it to ex lovers. I’m also reasonably confident now that the lack of irony in Ironic was a deliberate ironic joke. And I was today years old even I learned Flea plays the incredible bass part on You Oughta Know rendering this album the perfect expression of how the nineties sounded.

I will sing unrelatable songs about being rich and famous as a form of therapy and you will listen and I will sell more records that will make me more rich and more famous but I’ll still be miserable so I’ll just keep making more of these and because it’s got a big expansive BritPop influenced sound and I contributed the odd lyric or two I’m now an artist allbeit one with a fairly grating and unsubtle voice lacking in nuance and subtlety (sing big!) and Angels will be played at countless funerals and weddings and montages for charity appeals and let me show you my Mick or Freddy tribute act on Let Me Entertain You (this will open every gig I ever do henceforth - easy!) and the money’s nice but not the fame but what choice do I have?

Although, at times, Springsteen flirts with histrionic and melodramatic motifs in his music via a maximalist sound which risks drowning out any subtlety and poetry in the lyrics (and there is poetry here, but it's almost as if the smart kid in class has to hide it for fear of being laughed at) this is an American classic, chrome wheeled and fuel injected by a great band of talented musicians and Bruce's musings on growing up poor and hard in the city. The Great American Novel in musical form, Springsteen conjures up romantic images of highways, motorbikes, picking up your sweetheart to a Wall of Sound in homage to The Ronette's Be My Baby and the Shangri La's Leader of the Pack ('Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!').

I think this might be a perfect album.

I could listen to Dylan forever and never quite grasp the meaning of his lyrics. Perhaps the elusiveness is deliberate; maybe we will never get it but the intrigue keeps us returning. On Blonde on Blonde, there are times when Dylan seems to push the listener away - Rainy Day Women # 12 & 35 is an irritating in-joke amongst the band; harmonica solos blast the ear drums; Dylan’s voice lacks any gravitas. But then tracks such as Visions of Johanna, I Want You, Stuck Inside of Mobile… and Just Like a Woman make you reconsider; beautifully performed, produced exquisitely and rewarding on repeat listening. So keep listening forever and try and fail and fail better to understand the twentieth century’s most elusive musician.

When the falsetto began I stopped the track immediately. What was that? But I later dutifully listened to the album and it really started to grow on me. A fascinating, quirky, stylistically different alt offering, trying to provoke the listener into a reaction. Both in your face and listen in the background. Lyrics were often awful! One to ponder.

This flute rocks hard! What a banger - folk tinged, retro sounding, full throated, hugely enjoyable. I love the lyrics alluding to some Victorian past. So much fun.

It’s all toe tapping, dance floor friendly classics (with the exception of the dreary She’s Out Of My Life) and Quincy Jones bring his A game to make an entertaining lush sound for MJ’s really quite astonishing vocal stylings - the breathy grunts and clicks influenced pop music forever, lending what is essentially throw away music the impression it is coming from an emotional place, so emotional that sounds will do better than words. And it works!

Underwhelming psychedelic rock album, neither getting you up to move nor spacing you out, man. Lacking any real panache, pretty lazy production (hippies), very much of a product of its time. Dull.

The greatest selling album of all time. Released in 1983, the album had sold 32 million copies alone by the end of 1983. This is now incomprehensible in the digital, streaming music landscape we find ourselves in and will, simply, never be beaten. Alongside the units shifted, Thriller could lay claim to being the most influential album of all time, too. Every pop record since has tried to sound like Billie Jean. Pop stars couldn't now hope to make it big in the business without paying considerable attention to music videos and MTV airplay - Thriller broke the music video format and forced MTV to playing more tracks by black artists. Baby Be Mine and PYT set the template for R&B music. Beat It fused rock and pop in thrilling fashion. Throughout, MJ nails it with his incomparable vocal talents, honed by years of live performance. MJ was just 24 when Thriller was released. There is one excruciating moment on the record - the ill judged Girl is Mine has the listener mind boggled at the premise there is a woman out there besotted with both Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson, who sing about her in a limp, twee and corny style, deciding that a little improvised chit chat midway through the record would be fun. It’s not. It’s embarrassing for everyone. The best thing you could say for it is that MJ’s influence was so strong he could even get a Beatle on his record. That track and MJ’s troubled life almost docked this album a star, but it’s hard to discredit a cultural phenomenon and fail to acknowledge the enormous influence Thriller had on pop culture and, indeed, culture.

There are some terrific riffs and some toe tapping head banging tracks on Zep II but there are also moments which feel a little self satisfied - the extended riffs, the drum solo, the roll-your-eyes-in-embarrassment euphemisms concerning lemons, the LOTR references. From time to time you start to wonder which blues singer they stole the music from. Undoubtedly influential and heavy metal inspiring, just not worthy of the adulation. There are better Zep albums.

Solid solo effort from Mr Meth, sticking to the format that worked so well on the Wu Tang debut album - grimy RZA beats, Kung Fu movie samples, Meth spitting darts. Moody, atmospheric, classy.

Beautiful, etheral and way ahead of its time. Absolutely terrific dream pop.

It's fine and solid, I guess, but it seems inferior to some other southern rock / blues rock bands.

Happy sad indeed. Melancholy, wistful jams, sounding beautiful alongside Buckley’s charming voice.

Stunning phrasing, beautiful arrangements. Spellbinding talent.

Self indulgent clap trap. A band that enjoy showing us how much they enjoy playing their instruments. Hilariously, for a live album, it sounds, at times, like there are ten people in the audience. There’s no atmosphere captured on the record, which is tragic for a live album. Some great riffs to be sure but the songs built around them just aren’t that great. And that drum solo is an absolute low point, as I shuffle my feet on the floor and check my watch wondering just how long is left of the concert…

I get, in part, this is an experiment in what an audience will put up with under the guise of art and that pushing boundaries is necessary in the evolution of music but I really object to just how unlistenable the whole album is - the discordant guitars, the monotonous sound mix, the shouting - and presented in such a way that I am the problem if I don’t ‘get’ it. If I’m square then so be it. An extra star for being on this list, to educate others to avoid at all costs.

Fantastic southern rock album, absorbing tunes, great playing and the majestic Free Bird.

Charming, idiosyncratic, unique; there’s nobody quite like Sufjan Stevens - and whilst his music might border on the whimsical at times, there’s no denying the craftsmanship, delicacy and emotional impact of tracks like Chicago and Casimir Pulaski Day. Fascinating and rewarding listen (close to five stars).

I appear to have wandered into a Starbucks.

A stunning album, full of depth, ambition, sonic innovation and the extraordinary Once In A Lifetime, Talking Heads take their musical experimentation to a new level and create a new wave poly rhythmic art rock fusion masterpiece. Even more surprising for such a complex studio production is how good these songs would sound live on the Stop Making Sense tour. An album born out of creative frustration, recording limitations and antagonism between the band members - from such challenges is born a work of art.

Is this a classic album? Probably not. Is it a touch derivative and trying a little too hard? Probably. Does it feel a little unvarnished and stoned? Yes. Did I play this album on heavy rotation and nod my head along in the car in my early twenties? I most certainly did! Nostalgia gets the rating. It’s a little fun rock rap blues funk New York thing - don’t think too hard, just enjoy it.

Ripley is a village in Surrey, England, lying on the main road from London to Portsmouth. The village includes a coaching inn, the Talbot Inn, which dates back to 1453. The village church of St Mary Magdalen has a fine Norman chancel and is a Grade II* listed building. Eric Clapton was born there. He’s perfectly placed, therefore, to interpret the music of Chicago and the Mississippi Delta. When not content ripping off the music of black Americans, Clapton will happily steal the gorgeous piano riff from Layla (which is still an energetic, cinematic track) from his band mate’s girlfriend, Rita Coolidge.

More Bowie brilliance, an incredible artist, constantly restless, exploring new moods and sounds, even as those sounds unsettle the listener.

A tame affair. Decent for mainstream eighties pop but the bar is set very low. Take On Me is an evergreen, entertaining pop hit but the rest of the album is fairly middling. Underwhelming.

Charming collection of folk songs, if a little repetitive in style.

Utterly ludicrous metal classical pomposity. The quality of the playing is incredible and some of the tracks sound amazing. But you have to really be committed to want two hours of this.

Thumping blues record full of grit and dirt. Waters has bucketloads of charisma and the band are just the finest musicians assembled (the harmonica here becomes a stunning solo instrument). A cold stone classic.

An album of undeniable influence and importance with some extraordinary, visceral tracks - culminating in the highlight ‘Pretty Vacant’ - but listening to so much cynicism at once is wearying and the production is so poor you don’t get to enjoy the individual instruments. This might have been the aesthetic but better someone punk records are available. And there are times when, far from being anarchists, you sense Rotten’s social conservatism coming through on tracks like Bodies. A landmark album to be sure and deserves its place on this list but just not a fully enjoyable album.

Hugely enjoyable soul album with a charismatic front man, even when he does his ‘talking to the audience’ segments.

By turns cynical and sincere, Newman is a hard man to pin down. What does he believe in? Perhaps the intrigue will keep us listening but the lack of trust means we’ll never warm to him.

Fascinating album using mainly voices, Björk’s experimentation is often tricky to listen to but ultimately absorbing. Her singing ability is on a level with the greatest opera singers. Mesmeric.

A beautiful album, O’Connor’s voice is sublime and her song choices are intriguing, managing to cross a range of genres and styles without feeling disjointed. Nothing Compares 2 U is the obvious highlight and loses none of its emotional heft (despite its ubiquity at the time of its release). Black Boys on Mopeds is a quietly seething protest song and The Emperor’s New Clothes gives us a glimpse of what O’Connor’s career as a power pop star might have looked like. A fantastic listen.

A pounder of the piano by his own admission, Elton John, that unlikeliest of rock stars brings an album with the sublime Tiny Dancer, a gorgeous ballard both pounded and belted out, and the charming Levon, followed by a collection of songs that meander and unfortunately suffer from a lack of focus and precision. The weirdest track has a boy from Pinner imagining himself as a First Nation warrior, singing about his squaw and his tomahawk, which reveals in John and Taupin a tendency to lean towards the musical theatrical and operatic which, in truth, they do not always pull off. But John is always charismatic and gets the music over the line through sheer force of will and unusual talent. Not a classic but not a disappointment either.

Pompous, overblown, overlong and grandiose, Brett Anderson wants to be Bowie but lacks - well, almost any of the qualities that made Bowie a genius artist. A tiresome listen.

An intriguing album from an artist with a lot to say, SZA brings late night tales of modern relationships over sparse stripped back beats. Whilst it’s not a classic there’s plenty to enjoy and more to come, no doubt.

Blood on the Tracks genuinely moved me in a way other Dylan albums have not. Beautiful, poetic, personal and emotional, you can feel the anguish and longing through Dylan’s expressive singing and sparse arrangements. A marvellous achievement and one to surely offer greater rewards the more life you have lived.

A nice enough blend of Punjabi sounds, Brit Pop, trip hop and hip hop but some of the tracks sound more like scraps of ideas than fully fleshed out tunes. Souls were sold when Fatboy Slim got involved with the Brimful of Asha remix but at least it brought the band some recognition and the original tune has an enjoyable blissed out vibe.

A charming collection of songs in a folk rock style.

Sparse, urgent tracks propelled along by Copeland’s inspired drumming and Sting’s excellent bass, this doesn’t sound like a band on the verge of breaking up but a band in - well, synchronicity? There’s a compelling groove and mood throughout and, the awful ‘Mother’ aside, a satisfying cohesiveness to these slightly odd and discombobulated narratives. A genuine eighties classic still sounding good today.

16 tracks? I don’t want the deluxe version, I thought. But wait! This is the original version! This will take ages to listen to. But wait again! The album clocks in at a concise 35 minutes! Now that’s an album that breaks down the door, pushes you about for a bit and then gets the hell out of there! Punky, prickly, full of teenage hormones (Teenage Kicks a perfect pop song?), high energy, a really enjoyable album.

A stunning achievement, the great American album. Evocative, moody, transformative, the playing here is superlative. Peerless. An album for the ages.

So much sound, saying so little. What a mess. Proper California vacuity, really testing the listener’s patience.

Not being an ABBA fan, I was pleasantly surprised by this album. No major hits here, but some enjoyable toe tapping pop, albeit sometimes a little overcooked, from a band with swagger and confidence. The opening and title track has some cool futuristic synth sounds with a pulsing beat, One of Us has a peculiar reggae sound which they just about get away with and Two for the Price of One - well I’m still working out what the track is about but I defy you not to sing along to the chorus by the end. A fun album.

Cool fusion of r&b and electronica - all futuristic sounds and soulful vocals - and the production is excellent throughout. Whether there’s enough here to warrant classic status is unclear.

Books have been written about this album. It makes it very hard to say something interesting. You want my take? This is a document capturing a period of social and political history in the US of massive upheaval and a generational divide of such confusion and distance as to feel like foreign entities. Dylan moves from his folk past into a new rock sound and throws all the angst, distress, irony and idealism of youth into a cri du couer that is both humorous, memorable and moving. And whilst we might all spend days listening and analysing and disagreeing on the meaning of his poetry, no popular singer brought such depth to his music whilst also remaining listenable. And if the lyrics aren’t for you, check out the mood on Ballad of a Thin Man and Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues. This was an album of its time and an album for the ages.

Quirky Iceland indie-ska-swing-pop really only noteworthy for Bjork’s incredible vocals.

A glorious celebration of life with a twist of curtain twitching suburban kink. If Oasis were all cocaine arrogance and Blur were introverted heroin, Pulp were Ecstasy and love, reaching out to the misfits and the mis-shapes saying ‘don’t worry, it’s alright, there’s thousands of us who feel like you, fancy a brew?’ Unashamedly making pogo on the dance floor singalong hits and with the peerless Jarvis Cocker, all angles and oddness, yet perhaps the most charismatic front man of the era, Pulp just made you feel loved. The stories on these tracks are fun and absorbing, the music is layered and energetic, never afraid of adding more strings or synths, and the overall effect is a classic album that never loses its lustre with each repeat play and most likely the highlight of the BritPop era.

This is brilliant. A riveting listen, compelling vocals, an alt rock grunge classic. Sounds so good. RIP Mark Lanegan.

There are glimpses of talent along with chaos throughout this live album. Also on show are examples of The Who’s tendency to take a bad idea and double down - these mini operas are tiresome beyond belief and A Quick One, While He’s Away is seriously problematic, particularly in light of Townshend’s later legal troubles. One highlight of the record is actually being able to hear The Ox’s astonishing bass playing - usually on studio albums the bass seems inexplicably pushed down in the mix. That said, The Who were once described as a band with four soloists and that shows here - each seemingly playing their own track, not quite working together as a satisfying whole. There are stretches of the album where the listener can simply doze off - the extended My Generation for one. The best work is the run of older tracks - Substitute, Happy Jack and I’m A Boy - along with the rock and roll covers, where they really do feel like a band making music together.

Undeniable master of the blues, incredible singing and playing and really captures the club atmosphere.

Sounding like a man whose lived and then some, there is an appealing simplicity to the music and a frustrating complexity to the lyrics which renders Cohen a little elusive at times. For a musician where the poetry really matters, there is also something to be said for letting the music wash over you in a mood, although, in truth, if you do this, you may commit the heresy of thinking all the tracks sound alike.

Snatches of brilliance abound here - Only Love Can Break Your Heart turns Neil Young’s dirge into a celebratory moment of recovering from heartbreak catharsis and Nothing Can Stop Us is a charming and uplifting warm and mellifluous track. However, there are also snatches of odd cuts and movie samples to no seeming purpose - it all feels like padding which infuriate where instead you could imagine a glorious electronic song cycle.

The King of Rai, Khaled fuses influences from across the globe to showcase his powerful voice. At times the production is a little over polished and it feels like Khaled has chased the nineties studio sound rather than something more organic (would have loved less drum machine) and Imagine is questionable. Opener Aalach Tioumouni is a menacing banger and C’est La Nuit is a charming ballad.

Has all the makings of a modern classic - smart lyrics, engaging sounds, charismatic rapper, Simz is a proper artist making music to make you think and bob your head. Too new for five stars but that’s the direction of travel we are talking here - she’s that good.

A really enjoyable visit to sixties America, here a band in a groove and mood designed, it seems, to appeal to an older, sophisticated audience not otherwise screaming at the British Invasion bands. If lacking any crazy memorable tracks, still a pretty decent album of its era.

Of course this was recorded in a rented castle near Cologne. Where else could you craft something so extraordinary. Whatever is going on here is truly remarkable - uncategorisable, ahead of its time. You can hear the influence on so many bands to follow. Is it jazz? Hard rock? Prog? Electronica? All these things and none. This project is so incredible - introducing you to bands you had never heard before and being blown away.

It’s a genuine thrill to hear comeback Dylan sounding as poetic as ever with a fine backing band and some tracks (Not Dark Yet) as good as anything he’s ever written. But the production is lousy, losing the vocals in too much echo, rendering Dylan’s voice as just one more instrument in the mix, depriving us of the subtleties, emotions and imperfections in his voice. Still, not enough to spoil a fine album, and interesting to hear a mellower, maturer Dylan.

Cass was in love with Denny. But Denny was in love with Michelle. And Michelle was married to John. As for John… well you can look him up yourself but he was a seriously troubled individual… Yet despite - or because of? - these tensions (I Saw Her Again was written after the discovery of Denny and Michelle’s affair) the quartet made some exquisite sounding records many of which feature here. Despite the gorgeous four part harmonies and seeming uplifting music, the lyrics often hint at something darker - California Dreamin’ sounds like summer but is really a man in a freezing church thinking of leaving his partner - adding layers of depth and nuance. At times the group fall back on perfectly serviceable if a little underwhelming covers of recent soul and pop hits but really hit their stride with their own punchy compositions - Monday, Monday, Go Where You Wanna Go and Straight Shooter are perfect sixties tracks. Their career was astonishingly brief, recording and performing together for just four years, but left a catalogue of era defining music. As for whether they made a classic album during that time - probably not and this isn’t one - but it’s pretty damn good. Sit back and feel the vibe.

I’m not sure - is this sub par New Order or sub par LCD Soundsystem? Either way, not quite enough here to sustain engagement with the record.

Predictable, plodding classic rock. This guy is ready for love.

An album that stops you in your tracks, the penultimate album from Leonard Cohen is the sound of an artist bidding farewell but driven to continue making music and art and is a privilege to listen to. The wisdom, the insight, the emotion all strike you to the core. Not a note is wasted. The music is perfectly pitched to support the breathy, quiet vocal. A heroic effort and one for the ages. (An alternative take from my daughter: ‘Kind of sounds like Lego Batman’)

Perfectly serviceable debut album from CSN but nothing to get the juices flowing, maybe Suite: Judy Blue Eyes aside. The competition shortcomings of Marrakesh Express and Guinevere, rendering them rather dull, will have you crying out for the later addition of Neil Young to the group.

I had never heard Spiderland and on first listen it seems a pretentious affair - especially the iTunes version with 15 minutes of field noises from the quarry the cover image was taken at - but it starts to grow on you with repeated listens as a moody, dramatic, menacing soundscape. There’s no real theme, the lyrics offer us no clue, the spoken word isn’t even poetry and yet there’s something compelling here. What the band were done playing these proto-Radiohead/Mogwai tracks in 1991 is anyone’s guess. Four stars for now but I could see it getting five with repeated listens.

Another extraordinary recording by Lady Soul, a magnificent showcase for her stunning, soulful, expressive voice. Unmatched as a vocalist, blessed with a warm, comforting tone, this is an album to sink into and enjoy not just the singing but the exemplary backing band (a special nod to Tommy Cogbill whose bass work is incredible). Chain of Fools and You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman are recordings for the ages. Rest in Peace, Miss Franklin, we miss you.

A sound so fresh, so clean, the band is tight, the sound is crisp, Street Life is stunning. A real gem of jazz fusion.

This is a great 90s alt album which I was unaware of but really enjoyed - great songs, great vocals, that 90s fuzzy grungy production - I am here for this album. A gem.

FGTH were MASSIVE. Relax and Two Tribes sound like a huge outburst of rage against the system. Great Britain in 1984 - Thatcher’s sweeping social reforms, massive unemployment, miners’ strike, troubled in Northern Ireland, deepening North/South divide and genuine fear of nuclear obliteration - an absolutely awful time to be anything other than obscenely wealthy. And here were a band from Liverpool, making loud, raucous, frenetic music, as maximalist as the excesses of the Tory government but this belonged to them - we’ll sing about sex, we’ll sing about war, we’re blatantly queer and we’re going to be huge. And they were. Radio 1 banned Relax from the airwaves - it made no difference - the song hit number one, followed by Two Tribes (with Relax now occupying number two in the charts - practically unheard of) and Power of Love. Three hit singles. And for a short while, these Lads from Liverpool ran the country - not the fascist regime in Westminster. Anything was possible. Perhaps that explosion of energy explains the shortcomings of this album. The hits and a few other tracks aside, synth pop cover versions do not an album make and perhaps the interference of Trevor Horn meant the creative spark was diminished somewhat when the band tried to make more music. Not a classic album, then, but an important one. Never forget what this band meant. Frankie Says Relax, yeah?

A truly thrilling experience. Sounds like something all out of whack with time and space. Absorbing.

This is an experience to be sure and I think it’s ok with some albums, this being one of them, to say I’m glad I listened to it; the band are very good at what they do; but I’m also glad I don’t have to listen to it again. Well done lads. System well and truly smashed.

Elevates the skill of sampling to the highest art form, Shadow brings a chill out hip hop vibe from classic vinyl and has the heads bopping in the room. It’s such a well crafted album - the entirety sounds like movements from a symphony, so brilliantly is it assembled. Above all else it pushes the boundaries of what sampling is and can do and shows the world this ain’t just stealing from the work of other artists (all artists steal all the time - that’s how you make something new) but is homage, tribute - that Shadow’s instruments are turntables and samplers and hooks and riffs makes him no less a musician. A five star classic.

It’s brilliant. A smack you round the face record with awesome hooks, stunning drums and a front man of irresistible, unlikely charm pouring his heart out (maybe a little too much, as it happens). The whole album has you singing along, head banging along wherever you are. It’s a terrific achievement and modern music would never quite be the same again.

A simply stunning collection of songs, Armatrading surely deserves more recognition for making quietly compelling, engaging music. There’s a breadth to her music - ballads, soul, funk, folk - and her artistry delivers them all expertly. The production is exquisite - lush strings are only added where required and you can hear the contribution of every musician. This is good stuff. Fun fact - The Wire’s Clarke Peters (Detective Lester Freamon, Pawn department hump who turned out to be good police) sings the bass backing vocals on Love and Affection!

Such a bloody boring band. I started singing along to The Drugs Don’t Work before realising it was actually Sonnet. I suppose it’s good that I wanted to sing along? Bittersweet Symphony sure is catchy. It’s fun to bark along to the violin part - ‘ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff’.

It must have been hard even for Marvin Gaye to follow up What’s Goin’ On? (if we skip the Trouble Man soundtrack); having dealt with social issues and the environment, Gaye went for something a little more private, a little more sensual on Let’s Get It On. There are terrific tracks here and Gaye’s genius, especially as a vocalist, is apparent throughout. The backing singers are brilliant, I thought - no, wait, that’s all Marvin (except when it’s The Originals on Just to Keep You Satisfied). The jams are glorious and the only criticism is the brevity - a few tracks feel like kernels of ideas not quite fully formed and at half an hour - well, look, I guess that’s long enough for what Marvin had in mind…

I like that The La’s wanted to make the perfect pop song and the closest they got was the untypical There She Goes but all these tries jangle along, some passable, others tiresome, but it’s a dreary affair lacking much energy or joy, the lyrics especially flat. When There She Goes appeared in a holiday advert in the UK you kind of knew for sure there was no magic in this.

This was an unexpected gem, a high quality, well assembled collection of alt country songs, perfect for a road trip or quiet nights in the evening. Really enjoyable.

A pioneering album that flipped the underground to the mainstream, Goldie hit gold with the chopped up drums, foreboding bass, synth strings and exquisite vocals from Diane Charlegmane (RIP). The scale and scope is ambitious and the album as a whole feels symphonic (no wonder Goldie’s interests turned to classical orchestral music later in his career). It may be overlong and perhaps a little dated but it is an extraordinary record, an example of a musician having a sound in his head with few predecessors and bringing it into life. It’s a really impressive record and whilst it won’t be universally beloved, it deserves its place on this list for its influence and impact.

Here The Doors, the most over-rated band of the 20th century. The hagiography surrounding Jim Morrison entirely undeserved - lousy singer, lousy poet - DID look good in leather trousers (actually quite important for a front man) - and this recording full of near cover versions of blues rock (straight up copies of riffs in some cases), all of which begs the question why? There are tonnes of artists to enjoy instead of these sub par pretentious rockers (and that goddamn Manzarek organ over every fricking track…). So that’s one star for the leather trousers and one star for Riders on the Storm. Cool.

What an extraordinary document of a moment in pop history. What surprises the listener here is how good Dylan sounds live - captivating with just voice, guitar and harmonica in the first half, then absolutely rocking out with The Hawks in the second half. The songs sounds so vivid and vibrant and heartfelt - sometimes more so than their studio record counterparts. The story of his ‘betrayal’ of folk music is so, well, folkloric, that to have captured it here is a glimpse into another world and time. An essential recording and a bootleg to boot.

A glorious Celt Folk inspired Rock record, full of joy and energy, love stories and bucolic imagery. Mike Scott has got something truly magical going on here.

A classy if brief album, bursting with classy jams from that slightly mystical time when British acts were inspired by folk music of the past but pushing into prog rock of the future. Maybe the pure folk stylings aren’t quite as enjoyable as the energy of the opening tracks Glad and Freedom Rider but an impressive record overall. Nod along.

A well loved REM album and much to enjoy here. I’m sure the REM heads will say this is their best album but for us casuals they really improved in scope and ambition. This record feels quiet and gentle and jangly and mellow and comforting but not emotional and thrilling as they would become. Radio Free Europe through to Talk About the Passion is a great sequence to open an album.

Roxy Music. Utterly baffling, weirdly listenable, doing everything possible to distract and distance the listener. I can’t review this! I am confounded. I like it, I hate it. I need more time.

The muse was strong with this one. A fine finale to the life of an artist and showman- what an exit, passing away just a few days after the album’s release, keeping his illness a secret. And no falling back on the obvious or retrodden - still pushing himself, still taking inspiration from others, making something ethereal, haunting, with inspiration from jazz, hip hop, electronica, cabaret yet none of these things either. A swan song, a statement, a Starman.

It’s weird that a sound more likely to evoke sun drenched California surf or Hawaiian beats turns out, thanks to Apache, to be synonymous with New York and that hip hop sound. That break, though… luxuriate in that percussion, the organ, the horns and be transported back to a time of break dancing, graffiti, mcing and djing. What a find that break was, what a time to be alive… In truth, this is little more then a goofy novelty record - no work of art here- but I guarantee it is one of the funnest albums in the list.

There’s no denying Shuggie Otis’ talent and musicianship - performing most of the instruments himself - and his songs are very pretty. But as an album, the focus seems to wander and meandering instrumentals with no real hook or draw lead to a disappointing record. Perhaps more collaboration would have seen Otis soar.

Costello in fine form, comfortable with himself and in total synch with his band. Tokyo Storm Warning and Crimes of Paris are entertaining, searing ditties and the imperious I Want You are highlights. Surely no more sinister, twisted song than I Want You was ever committed to wax?

Whip smart, idiosyncratic, Fiona Apple has been making great records for sometime now and this is one of her best. Subject matter which gets under your skin, percussion and piano loops that get into your head and always that fierce, fiery, impassioned vocal driving the thing along. She might just be a genius.

About as straightforward as Radiohead ever got and it’s very good indeed- the boys sure can play and make excellent rock tracks. The production is extraordinarily good; the blend is great- the guitars sound almost like a Co vocalist alongside Yorker’s impulsive yelps and screams. There are hints throughout of the experimentation that was to follow. Here the building blocks.

Guys, I think his baby left him. The collaborations in the first half are really quite dull and mar the album. But unleash Hooker solo at the end of the record and there’s something special he creates with voice and guitar, slowly drawing you in to the blues. It’s really rather beautiful.

Oh Amy, we hardly knew you… Amy chose her collaborators well - Mark Ronson and Salaam Remi know how to make her voice bedazzle and the production has a fresh modern sound which also echoes the Phil Spector and Motown style. Never better than singing about heart break, Amy shows all that sadness here. It’s an album to return to (although with a few unmemorable tracks it must be said) and the listener is left to wonder… what if?

Could easily be a contender for greatest debut album ever. How a band so young could sound so assured is extraordinary. Turner is a genius observer of the world around him, conjuring up portraits of late night Sheffield. And the music is so so good, catchy and exuberant and thrilling rock. Do believe the hype.

Entertaining bluesy rock album, not shaking trees but a bunch of decent musicians finessing their craft.

That uplifting New Order sound is in full effect here - an electronic band who play their instruments with a relaxed Sumner vocal. I really enjoyed the soundscape - you could float away to it. Summer vibes abound. Run and Vanishing Point the highlights.

A fun little album, grooving up tango with some beats. If it’s a project of limited depth, it is at least clearly created with love. And there’s a very special reason I like this album which shall remain private…

When a legit album starts to sound a lot like a parody of the band, you have to worry for the direction the band are taking. Kiedis’ lyrics are frequently gibberish (sometimes literal gibberish) and the man has nothing to say- all non sequiturs and Dr Seuss rhyming and A level poetry) and renders the whole project a disappointment, despite the talents of Frusciante and Flea. That isn’t to say there aren’t highlights and a lot of it is catchy but for a band with our attention they sure waste an opportunity.

Otis Redding’s powerful, passionate vocals were simply stunning, stop you in your tracks good. Even his outtakes were a thrill. Distilled, here, then, the essence of Otis as he ballads (I’ve Been Loving You Too Long) and dances (Respect, Shake) and even rocks (Satisfaction) his way through a near perfect album. The band are great, the vibrant horns act as his backing singers, creating this wonderful mood throughout. What we lost the day he died, taken too soon. His legacy lives on.

A puzzling album, ambitious in its sonic soundscapes but half formed in some of its ideas - many songs start and fade out without ever building. Somewhat ahead of its time, the psychedelic rock predicts later artists such as Mogwai, Primal Scream and My Bloody Valentine, an intriguing listen but not a satisfying album.

When Led Zeppelin rock hard it is genuinely thrilling to hear such high octane, guitar and drums driven blues rock, originating so much we take for granted today - quiet verse, heavy chorus, thrashing guitar chords and cymbal heavy percussion. It’s quite brilliant hearing Good Times, Bad Times, Babe I’m Gonna Leave You and Your Time Is Gonna Come. Where Led Zepp come unstuck is their attempt to sing the blues which really comes off as a bad tribute to blues pioneers. There’s only so much one can stand from Robert Plant talking about all his Babys and Babies before it becomes ridiculous. How Many More Times is especially grim with his school girl fetish; I Can’t Quit You Babe is a pale imitation of twelve bar blues; and the Plant call / guitar response on You Shook Me is cringeworthy. Pioneering and influential for sure but it may be sacrilegious to say there’s a better band somewhere in there…

Malkmus and the boys make more gold sounds on possibly Pavement’s best album. Quirky, idiosyncratic, Pavement do their own thing and bring others along for the ride. I really love the sound they make, the ambling lyrics, the switches in tempo, the evident ability to make great poppy tunes such as Cut Your Hair and Gold Sounds which they then undercut with shouting or discordant guitar stabs. It’s just them and god love them for that.

At album opening you fear this is some Dylan parody but you realise here is a smart guy using acerbic wit to takedown aspects of American culture and observe flaws in the American dream. Insightful, challenging and a pretty decent musician, John Prine is something of a gem.

I can think of no other artist, with the possible exception of Dolly Parton, to sing songs that are so blatantly attempting to fabricate an emotional response in the listener and yet, despite this cheap trick and an initial roll of the eyes at the audacity, by the end of the track you’re bawling your eyes out. The man sure sold the songs. I know what you’re trying to do, Elvis. You’re not going to get me this time… oh damn why am I crying?

Not even the undeniably catchy singalong karaoke classic Livin’ On A Prayer can rescue this puddle of non-threatening, meaningless, bubblegum metal drivel. Everyone involved in this project has heard heavy metal rock and merely copied the basic building blocks without having any flair, originality or purpose.

Like some looming behemoth these tracks come, pushing all else out of its way, fascinating, beguiling, a curiosity, an influence on so many bands to follow. Commanding.

Perfectly fine, if a little uninspiring. There are some good grooves here and a few that overstay their welcome. The band had something but they also lacked something, maybe that spark which would have made them pop.

A fine, fine album. Go in the garage with your band mates, record some tracks, pick the best take, make a record. Can there be anything finer? Did the neighbours bang on the walls and complain? I doubt it, when the tracks are so compelling and absorbing.

Pure, unadulterated joy. One of the most important recordings of the twentieth century. The playful lyrics and tunes of the Gershwins, the impeccable artistry of Ella Fitzgerald and the classy arrangements of Nelson Riddle come together - this is sheer indulgence.

Thumping beats, coke slinging rap, classic soul samples, RZA creating that dark, dark mood and Ghostface and Raekwon spitting darts. This is grade A stuff. Like a movie for your ears.

Although not usually a genre I enjoy, the infectiousness and commitment of Bob Marley is hard to ignore and there is a freshness and energy to his approach which is winning. So many memorable hits are here and the production sparkles.

So synonymous are The Zombies sound with that Haight Ashbury groovy expansive psychedelic sound of ‘68 you’d assume they were American - but no, these rockers came from the UK - Hertfordshire no less, which is the last place you’d expect to find a scene. Their songwriting, melodies and harmonies and overall moods and production are exemplary and this album is a real gem, evocative, enjoyable and engaging.

Much of the music is pretty decent and I had partly hoped this might be instrumental so I didn’t have to listen to this nonsense story full of Townsend’s weird obsessions. I get that he’s probably working things through but this Tommy metaphor is in such poor taste.

A delightful album full of quality tracks from the folk rock era with some new instrument experimentation going on as well (but you can keep the awful Space Odyssey).

Ballsy of Basie to show a mushroom cloud on the cover in this age of nuclear paranoia and there’s definitely something powerful in these tracks which swing and jump and jive and wail, racing forward, hurtling over its 40 minutes length, perfect for a night on the town leaping from bar to bar. If there’s a distinctiveness lacking between the tracks at times not to worry - this is all part of a mood and sensation. Just keep swinging away and give in to Basie’s skill and talent.

Classy, sophisticated songwriting from the BritPop era yet not quite fitting the swaggering, posing mould of bands from that time, The Auteurs’ New Wave is a beautifully crafted album that rewards repeat listens.

Way more enjoyable than I thought it was going to be and whilst I realise there’s an artifice and facade to the band it wasn’t the worst rock album I’ve heard on this project so far.

Approached with some trepidation given my ambivalence for Melon Collie… I was surprisingly bowled over by Siamese Dreams. Tight, controlled, impactful and bold, this is as perfect an alt rock 90s album as you could wish for. Corgan brings his A game, the production is excellent and the album is an emotional experience without seeming histrionic and all the more powerful for that. 4.5 stars? But I’m in a generous mood so 5 it is.

An album which when you hear it for the first time on a project such as this you wonder- how have I never decided to give this a listen? It’s pretty amazing- it takes you to some other place entirely, one of menacing atmosphere and foreboding. What possible influences could these guys have heard to produce this work of art, something that feels entirely new and challenging. And whilst you can, of course, point to jazz and classic and rock influences, nevertheless, you still feel as if you’re entering some realm, some kingdom that only emerged in front of you, just now. Terrifying and curious in equal measure. Outstanding.

A drab affair, a little bit hipster, a little bit ersatz. Even when he’s opening up emotionally you still feel he’s holding back which is fine , that’s up to him, except he can’t also then sell the record on integrity. The record ends up sounding arch and contrived - I’ll reinterpret folk music for modern audiences - that’s fine, you can end up there - but you just can’t set up to do that without feeling phoney.

The band are great and if you can tolerate Smith’s idiosyncratic vocal style this is a decent post punk record full of northern grit, swagger and cynical wit.

Kanye’s masterpiece. Probably the greatest record of the 2010s. An astonishing record, almost too much to listen to, it’s maximalist sound wrecking havoc on the senses. All the players bring their A game (stand up Nicki Minaj for best verse on the album/best verse of that year) to create a truly compelling album of considerable depth, Kanye putting his innermost, darkest feelings into art, reshaping the world around him as all truly inspirational artists do. Compelling, urgent, essential. Kanye is a genius.