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3.38
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Albums you rated higher than global average

AlbumYouGlobalDiff
Call of the Valley 5 2.95 +2.05
Deloused in the Comatorium 5 3.2 +1.8
The Blueprint 5 3.22 +1.78
Sign 'O' The Times 5 3.45 +1.55
Illinois 5 3.49 +1.51
Moving Pictures 5 3.59 +1.41
To Pimp A Butterfly 5 3.61 +1.39
Wild Is The Wind 5 3.64 +1.36
The Low End Theory 5 3.7 +1.3
Hms Fable 4 2.77 +1.23

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Albums you rated lower than global average

AlbumYouGlobalDiff
Let's Get Killed 1 2.68 -1.68
Beggars Banquet 2 3.63 -1.63
Murmur 2 3.42 -1.42
First Band On The Moon 2 3.29 -1.29
Bluesbreakers 2 3.16 -1.16
Live 1966 (The Royal Albert Hall Concert) 2 3.15 -1.15
Too Rye Ay 2 3.12 -1.12
Pump 2 3.11 -1.11
Pacific Ocean Blue 2 3.07 -1.07
Hypnotised 2 3.06 -1.06

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David Holmes
1/5
Genre: Breakbeat 1/5 I am a nice, fair reviewer, who generally doesn't have many problems with the music I'm listening to. This is my 171st album generated and listened to, and this was the first time in this exercise where I was plainly disgusted throughout the wide majority of the listen. I've listened to some bad Elvis Costello, some bad Bob Dylan, and some awfully mediocre 90s post-grunge, but this easily takes the shit cake. David Holmes' 1997 album Let's Get Killed is an exercise in dullness. A true techno dud with nothing redeeming, nothing that changes the form, and nothing that keeps you interested. The sampling is lazy and bad, the beats are monotonous and never-changing, and the effort to give himself (a white man from the UK) any form of NYC street cred is cringy, bizarre, and almost gentrifying. Nothing progresses, nothing excites, nothing is moving throughout the entire runtime. There's a song on the album, Freaknik, that starts with a man telling a story about being kicked out of a bar for dancing. He ends his story by saying "how am I supposed to release...this...ENERGY!", and it's immediately followed by 5-6 minutes of utter nothingness, in what appears to be the least energetic followup to a man screaming that I have ever heard. Radio 7, and its unbelievably lazy James Bond sample, is among the most aggravating tracks I've ever sat through. This is not good. A complete non-starter, not essential in any way, and takes up a spot that any other album in the universe should own. There is no purpose to have this album on this list. A waste of an hour that I will never get back.
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Genre: Folk Rock 2/5 I'm honestly sick of this man. I'm not sure what he did to deserve his legacy. He's a phony and a charlatan, and everything I hear from him is bland, lyrically confusing, and vocally inept. The man cannot sing a note, he can hardly pronounce his own lyrics, he plays the harmonica and guitar about as well as your average wayward fellow does and never to an extent that feels virtuosic, and above all that, his live shows are boring and uninteresting. The first half of this 90+ minute experiment in boredom is Bob and a chair. The only things that kept me listening were the hilarious, once-a-minute voice cracks and the chuckles I'd get once his harmonica started to squeal. Truly sonically unbearable, and left me primed to levy my first 1 rating on an album. However, the full band does come out for the second half of the show, and brings a bit more liveliness to the program, but not enough to warrant any sort of merit. Apparently this second half was filled with boo's and jeering from the crowd, but it has all been carefully edited out in order to remove any Dylan dissent from hitting any fanboy's ears. I would've certainly enjoyed this album more if I had someone to boo along with. This was the cherry on the shit sundae that is Bob Dylan albums in this book, and I know I still have more to listen to... But, as for this, it's an entirely avoidable album, with an entire first disc that provides nothing worthwhile to the listener. A real stinker.
27 likes
The Rolling Stones
2/5
Genre: Roots Rock 2/5 It's 1968. Rock 'n Roll is continuing to progress at an alarming rate. The Beatles are experimenting with heavier instrumentation in songs like Happiness Is a Warm Gun and Helter Skelter, forecasting the psychedelic blues movement that was about to explode out of the UK with acts like Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath. Jimi Hendrix is breaking down the rock barriers in an even bigger way, writing and playing some of the most influential pieces of guitar music ever written and played. The Velvet Underground was also foraying into new-fangled territory: a more raw, dissonant, experimental sound that would influence musicians for ages. And then you have The Rolling Stones, who are still making songs with harmonies that sound like choo-choo trains. Beggars Banquet is an album with one big fat, juicy single, Sympathy for the Devil, which features the aforementioned choo-choo's, and 9 other completely stale blues rock offerings that really make you wonder what the heck was going on. As the rest of the music world was progressing and moving forward, the Stones did the exact opposite, and they did it in the most bland and milquetoast way possible. The album does one thing right, it's immaculately produced and mixed, and sounds wonderful, but nothing is happening that leads me to believe this album belongs on the list besides its name recognition. Decent solos here and there, too, but really not enough to make it worth it. Sorry to any Stones fans, this just wasn't for me.
25 likes
Kendrick Lamar
5/5
Genre: Conscious Hip Hop 5/5 Hip Hop has come quite a ways since its inception. The artists involved over the years have pushed the genre to its breaking point, changing the definition of hip hop year to year, and sometimes month to month. Seismic eruptions in the game, from The Chronic to Illmatic to Aquemini, are all vital pieces of art that will be respected for years to come. To Pimp a Butterfly sets itself apart from all of those. The sheer magnitude of what this album is doing throughout its playtime is some of the most marvelous music making we as humans have put to wax. This album does it all. From its unbelievable jazz-influenced production, its seamless use of nearly every theme hip hop has come to know and love (which, lyrically, Kendrick took to the umpteenth), all the way to its narrative flow, including a poem that grows throughout the album to eventually culminate in a facsimile conversation he’s having with TUPAC SHAKUR. It’s a true artist at work. This album is a perfect 5/5, 10/10, 100/100. Whichever way you slice it, there isn’t a single bump in the road here, nothing to take your mind away from the overwhelming musical explosion that’s happening in front of you. Kendrick made the perfect album. Every song is a treat and every moment is executed flawlessly. Shoutout to everyone involved in this project. They did a spectacular job.
12 likes
SZA
4/5
Genre: Alternative R&B 4/5 One of modern R&B's sweetest and sexiest musical statements, SZA's CTRL is thematically introspective, and musically lush and playful. An album made for women by a woman, it's a project that doesn't speak much to the male experience, but is straightforward and honest enough to be transcendent in its message. SZA's voice is the true highlight here, intermingling with trap/R&B-influenced production throughout with style and grace, and by all accounts almost entirely improvised. Some songs here range from Neo-Soul to Indie Rock, as SZA's influences can be heard from Timbaland to The Police, and it forms a rich palate of sounds for us to feast on as the tracklist progresses. The first half of the album is some of the best R&B the decade has to offer, with Supermodel serving as a flawless, near-psychedelic intro, flowing into Love Galore and Doves in the Wind, the latter featuring one of Kendrick Lamar's best features, which leads into Drew Barrymore and Prom rounding out the first 5 tracks with alt-pop flair and synth hits that would make anyone groove out. The album is interspersed with sweet, loving advice being given to SZA by her mother over the phone, a classic trope that exists throughout R&B and hip-hop, and is a great communicating device to flesh out themes and concepts. Overall, this project excels at being itself, and not shying away from introspection, and providing us with solid tunes full of soul, energy, and passion. A pop-R&B triumph, as far as I'm concerned.
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