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1970

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You Love More Than Most

Album	You	Global	Diff
Slipknot Slipknot	5	2.68	+2.32
Aha Shake Heartbreak Kings of Leon	5	2.94	+2.06
Deloused in the Comatorium The Mars Volta	5	3.18	+1.82
Only By The Night Kings of Leon	5	3.22	+1.78
High Violet The National	5	3.23	+1.77
In It For The Money Supergrass	5	3.23	+1.77
Cross Justice	5	3.27	+1.73
Achtung Baby U2	5	3.29	+1.71
Ágætis Byrjun Sigur Rós	5	3.37	+1.63
Urban Hymns The Verve	5	3.37	+1.63

You Love Less Than Most

Album	You	Global	Diff
Rum Sodomy & The Lash The Pogues	1	3.25	-2.25
Imperial Bedroom Elvis Costello & The Attractions	1	2.99	-1.99
A Night At The Opera Queen	2	3.95	-1.95
Arular M.I.A.	1	2.83	-1.83
Justified Justin Timberlake	1	2.67	-1.67
The Genius Of Ray Charles Ray Charles	2	3.62	-1.62
At Newport 1960 Muddy Waters	2	3.53	-1.53
Queen II Queen	2	3.48	-1.48
Paul's Boutique Beastie Boys	2	3.46	-1.46
James Brown Live At The Apollo James Brown	2	3.44	-1.44

Artists

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Artist	Albums	Average
Led Zeppelin	5	5
Metallica	4	4.75
Black Sabbath	3	5
Radiohead	6	4.33
Pink Floyd	4	4.5
Kings of Leon	3	4.67
Beatles	7	4.14
Oasis	2	5
U2	4	4.25
Neil Young	4	4.25
The Rolling Stones	6	4
Pixies	3	4.33
Michael Jackson	3	4.33
Nirvana	3	4.33
The Velvet Underground	3	4.33
Marvin Gaye	3	4.33

Least Favorites

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Artist	Albums	Average
Elvis Costello & The Attractions	4	1.75
The Pogues	2	1.5
M.I.A.	2	1.5

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I went from being happy to sad.

I thought this would be cowboy grandpa music, and it is, but somehow it made me wanna ride into the sunset and rethink my life.

Felt like I was being gently haunted by a stylish ghost who just wants me to dance in slow motion.

The cover promised a party. The music served warm water.

Pictures at an Exhibition? More like Pictures of me checking my watch every five minutes. Live albums already test my patience, but this one felt like a very loud museum tour I couldn't escape.

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“Hey Stevie, how many masterpieces do you want on this album?” Stevie: “Yes.”

Released in the age of Napster, but spiritually from the age of powdered wigs.

The lyrics are beautiful, the melodies are beautiful, and then the harmonica arrives like a car alarm.

It’s like a breakup letter written by a saxophone.

Sick beats so smooth they slap, but Kendrick’s lyrics? Like your wild uncle at Thanksgiving, brutally honest, super explicit, and definitely not for polite company.

Beautiful jazz for people who count in 7s just to feel superior.

Musically, it’s great. Lyrically, it’s like someone handed Shakespeare a thesaurus of insults and told him to focus on genitals.

This album is a straight A student with no personality.

Feast of Wire? I left hungry.

Listening to Lilac Wine by Nina feels like hearing the universe sigh! Buckley just turned up the echo.

A Seat at the Table I kept waiting for the food.

Melodramatic in the best possible way.

One riff. Seventeen minutes. This is what happens when no one says ‘that’s enough

For years I thought Dylan fans were pretending. Then I heard this.

Polite pop for people who hate excitement.

Joy Division proving joy is optional.

Love hurts. So did this. And yes, it’s short, yet somehow still too long.

Listening to this made me realize: Dusty Springfield was singing bangers while today’s artists are still arguing with autotune.

Everything besides 'The Seed (2.0)' felt like musical homework I didn’t sign up for.

It’s the kind of music you’d play to clear out a party… or a building.

Honestly sounds like Roger should’ve stayed in school.

If Edvard Munch had a Spotify account, this would be his top-played album.

Listening to this feels like getting beaten up by cheerleaders with tambourines.

That first song unlocked a memory. The rest unlocked nothing.

The cover promised a party. The music served warm water.

Good beats wasted on a man who thinks he’s God’s mixtape.

Starts with Tears of Rage and just keeps on sobbing. The Weight is the only thing keeping this album from floating off in tears.

Johnny Cash could sing the phone book and I’d love it, just preferably from a studio, not behind bars.

Who Killed… The Zutons? Boredom, I think.

Bold name for such modest results.

At least they were honest in the title.

Usually rap loses me, but this one just robbed me and walked off with my respect.

Half the time I can’t tell if they’re being intentionally simplistic or just tired.

Yes, Santana can play guitar. Cool. Clap clap. But guess what? Just because you can solo for five minutes doesn’t mean I want to hear it. The whole album is basically: solo, bongos, repeat.

I kept waiting for that one standout song, turns out they all stood out equally, by being forgettable.

It's like a pop song got hit by a guitar pedal and refused to apologize.

Like a city tour, but the bus broke down halfway.

Concert where the piano hits all the right notes and the audience hits the wrong notes.

I suddenly grew a mustache, learned to tango and started calling everyone 'baby!'

I went from being happy to sad.

This album is like a voodoo spell - once it starts, you can't help but dance like a chicken on a hot plate.

I’ve never felt this alive! I might just run a marathon... or at least sprint to the fridge.

Ritual de lo Habitual is like going to a magic show and thinking, 'Impressive, but I still want to know where the rabbit went!

Great drums, but the rest feels like a jam session that forgot the snacks!

Sounds like a really lovely nap I didn’t mean to take.

Proof that yelling, guitar riffs, and chaos can actually be catchy

Not bad for an album with one arm in the air and the other on the snare. Solid, but not quite a knockout. Still, props to the drummer for doing it with style!

Usually, live albums make me want to hit ‘mute’ on the crowd noise. But Live and Dangerous actually nailed it—great sound, no ‘WOOOs,’ just pure rock.

Proof that my parents needed to hide both the liquor and the CD player

The original anxiety playlist predicting our 21st-century crisis.

Listening to 'Cupid & Psyche 85' feels like being trapped in a never-ending montage of 80s clichés.

Rave music for people who don’t like fun.

T. Rex? More like T. Meh.

It´s like opening a fancy gift and only to find a pair of socks.

Like a musical walk through a city you can't help but love.

So smooth, it might put you in a trance... or just straight to sleep.

Orbital said: let’s make one idea last an hour… and somehow made it feel longer.

It's great, but after a while, it feels like the guitar's doing all the talking and no one else gets a word in.

Feels like it peaked at the title.

The only thing final about this report is my willingness to ever play it again

Even Stevie Wonder can have an off day.

The album that makes you question existence and if you left the stove on.

Nothing special, and I don’t remember the days of slavery.

Turns out Garbage isn’t actually garbage. Who knew? If my trash bin sounded this good, I'd never take it out.

Amazing album, but something’s missing… and I can’t explain.

This album is 40% groove, 60% exorcism. I feel spiritually disrupted.

Great tunes, but the crowd's louder than my morning alarm. Not a fan of live albums, but if you are, enjoy the chaos!

Sounds like it was recorded through a tin can – and live albums? Not my thing. But hey, Jerry Lee's energy is hard to ignore.

A punk rock tantrum – loud, messy, and you’re not sure if you should applaud or call for help.

Brutal Youth? More like Brutal me! This is the sixth album I've listened to on this journey and somehow Elvis Costello made it feel like the sixth circle of hell. He sounds like a man angrily reading Yelp reviews over a garage band. I survived, but at what cost?

Didn’t love the music, but I respect any duo that can harmonize about heartbreak, hellfire, and homicide.

Sounds like a rainforest declared war on a metal band and they just decided to jam it out instead. 3/5 because I respect the chaos, even if my ears are filing a noise complaint.

Everyone says this album is ‘raw’ and ‘intense.’ Sure, if by that they mean it sounds like it was recorded in a basement during an exorcism. 3/5 because apparently ‘yelling with conviction’ is enough to be a classic now.

This felt more like a jam session you walk past at a festival than a life-changing masterpiece. Solid grooves, sure—but 3/5 for me. I came for fireworks, got an incense stick.

Like being trapped on the London Underground with a guy who won’t stop free-styling into his phone. No thank you, mate. Sayonara!

Like Bowie fanfiction set to garage rock. All strut, no starpower.

Eddie’s still in diapers, but the chaos is real.

Feels like Keith Moon is auditioning for the lead role in a drumming competition no one else signed up for.

Sounds like a drunk scarecrow fell in love and found a guitar. Somehow, it works.

Growing up in Iceland, this album wasn’t ‘alternative’ it was just what the radio played between sheep forecasts and volcano updates.

Listening to Pavement is like getting stuck in a gray cloud, you keep waiting for the sun to come out, but nope, just more mumbling and guitars that sound allergic to tuning.

If this is sunshine, then I’m the Punchbag.

Five stars and a therapy session.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) … and nine other tracks that clearly weren’t.

Felt like I was being gently haunted by a stylish ghost who just wants me to dance in slow motion.

Pictures at an Exhibition? More like Pictures of me checking my watch every five minutes. Live albums already test my patience, but this one felt like a very loud museum tour I couldn't escape.

Metallica plus a symphony sounded epic in theory. In practice, it’s just good songs getting mugged by a French horn while drunk fans scream over it. Live albums: where great music goes to get interrupted.

I respect Joni Mitchell’s legacy. I just don't know why it sounds like light jazz for people who knit their own socks.

This album made me grow a mustache I can’t remove.

Every song is basically a pick-up line in leather pants.

The Kinks really called the album Something Else because even they knew it wasn’t ‘something great.’

I love The Smiths, but this felt like watching your favorite band break up in real time. And not even in a dramatic way — just awkward silence and passive-aggressive lyrics.

Live albums are the sound of my patience dying. MC5, I couldn’t hear anything over the chaos.

The album is 90% attitude, 10% actual music.

Imagine… if it was way worse.

I went in expecting garbage and came out spiritually concussed.

Soundgarden makes the apocalypse sound sexy.

Lou Reed really said ‘what if instead of heroin we tried therapy?

This album sounds like someone gave Oasis a philosophy degree and locked them in a fog machine.

This album doesn’t take you to the beach... it takes you to the gift shop.

This album marched so I could run… away.

This album is like a Tinder date, good first impression, then straight downhill.

I think this album was trying to hurt my feelings, but I’m dead inside.

ABBA makes heartbreak sound like a Eurovision afterparty where everyone’s smiling through tears and champagne.

Motörhead didn’t make music, they made legal steroids for your ears.

This is the kind of music that makes you feel like you just got divorced, even if you're single.

Didn’t expect to love a hip hop album with a title longer than most IKEA receipts.

I respect it culturally, but musically? Felt like I was stuck in an airport waiting for a flight that never boards.

I get it, it’s classy. But if charm were a sleeping pill, this would be prescription-strength.

Like a guy at a party who brings his guitar and then plays for himself in the corner for 48 minutes.

Alive/Asleep. Yet another live album that sounds like a bunch of stoned uncles tuning their guitars for 75 minutes.

Two guys arguing over who gets to play the same riff for 40 minutes. Spoiler: they both win, and we all lose. Not the hero I wanted. Not even a sidekick.

No Velvet Underground, no fun!

A soundtrack for rapping while wearing hemp sandals.

Turned my living room into an illegal warehouse party.

This album is what I imagine plants listen to when they want to feel something.

I thought this would be cowboy grandpa music, and it is, but somehow it made me wanna ride into the sunset and rethink my life.

The Doors don’t just open here, they kick them off the hinges.

Coldcut invents Spotify shuffle 20 years too early and every song is a skip.

I don’t usually like rap, but I gave this a shot because it’s the Jay-Z album. Sadly, it felt more like a blueprint for boredom.

Impressive production. Shame about the music.

If ‘vibe’ was a crime, this album would be serving 25 to life for loitering with intent.

Nothing Compares 2 U is incredible. The rest? I guess nothing compares to that either.

If hangovers could sing!

If Swan Lake had a rebellious teenage phase, Metal Box would be it, beautiful in theory, but mostly loud, weird, and a little bit terrifying.

Sounds like a bunch of angry teens broke into a studio, screamed into the mic, and somehow invented punk by accident.

By minute 12, I was begging the trumpet to stop. By minute 30, I was begging for death.

Britpop’s forgotten middle child, still living off the hype of a cool older sibling.

I liked the goodbye part.

Great album, but that cover is a felony in some states.

Sounds like hell and I mean that as a compliment and a complaint.