My best friend in high school dated a guy whose favorite band was The Pixies. I remember being shocked. The Pixies are cool and all, but *favorite*? Really? Like, just get into Velvet Underground already.

I was vaguely aware that Jeff Buckley's dad was also a singer, but I was never curious enough to listen. 60's folk protest rock is exactly what I need right now. As I type this, there is a war in Ukraine, a leaked decision that attempts to overturn Roe v. Wade, COVID deaths in the US hit 1,000,000 yesterday, gas is $4 a gallon, and people in the "richest county in the world" can barely afford groceries. I like this. I listened to it three times in a row.

3 stars because I don't know anything about jazz. I assume it's incredible.

More jazz. nice enough

It's funny how these days a "cover band" would be seen as less talented than a "real band." But, there was a time when covers were the standard. No one expected all singers to also be songwriters. This album is a good example of the transition.

Why have I never gotten into Queens of the Stone Age? Better late than never.

I love the B-52's so much. Just out there in small town Georgia, all alone, inventing New Wave.

I recently learned that my husband thought "No Woman No Cry" meant if you don't have a woman, she can't make you cry. Like "no pain no gain" or something. I think I need to listen to a lot more Marley. Back in the 90s I named my cat Marley, now I rarely listen at all.

Meh. Objectively, it's fine. There's nothing wrong with it. There's just...nothing there. Nothing to grab on to. Like air, I guess. I enjoy listening to this type of music while I read, but I would never seek out a certain artist or song.

In 2010 I was a 32 year old, divorced, poor, single mother of a kindergartener. If I had been a teenager in 2010, I think I would have liked this album. As it it, meh.

One of my all time faves. I love Fiona. We were approximately the same age when this album came out. I was a senior in high school. I had always loved music, but I had never related to an album as much as I did this one. I haven't listened in years (other than occasionally catching Criminal on the radio) and I remembered every word. Masterpiece.

My best friend in high school dated a guy whose favorite band was The Pixies. I remember being shocked. The Pixies are cool and all, but *favorite*? Really? Like, just get into Velvet Underground already.

DJing is a legitimate form of songwriting. Unpopular opinion, I know. Music like this just doesn't grab me. I like it. I appreciate the art. There's just nothing here to keep me coming back. Maybe I need to be able to sing along.

If I get many more Jazz albums, my coworkers are going to start buying me mugs that say "I <3 Jazz" and then I'm going to have to use them at work and it's going to become a whole thing and I have 18 more years until I can retire and I don't think I can keep it up that long. This album sounds like the official soundtrack to having a nice lunch with Grandma at the restaurant inside of Lazarus.

Love New Order. This album doesn't have the hits you usually hear on New Wave radio. That make it even better.

I want to be a fan of The Teardrop Explodes but somehow I always forget that they exist. I do love their music though. Those horns!

I was vaguely aware that Jeff Buckley's dad was also a singer, but I was never curious enough to listen. 60's folk protest rock is exactly what I need right now. As I type this, there is a war in Ukraine, a leaked decision that attempts to overturn Roe v. Wade, COVID deaths in the US hit 1,000,000 yesterday, gas is $4 a gallon, and people in the "richest county in the world" can barely afford groceries. I like this. I listened to it three times in a row.

Can't believe it's been 10 years since we lost MCA. This album was a favorite at sleepovers with my best friend in high school. Groundbreaking talent. Every so often, my husband's favorite radio station will play Brass Monkey. As soon as it's over, I keep going "Let it flow. Let yourself go. Slow and low. That is the tempo." I just can't help it.

I recognize a few of these songs, but I can't bring myself to care.

I hear "California Stars" in a 90s alt mix and I think "I like Wilco", but then I never listen to anything else. This was nice, in a comfortable, I-know-what-to-expect-next kind of way.

Paul Rodgers is my absolute, number one, most favorite voice of all time. He can do no wrong. That is all.

I like this, I do, it's very 90s hip hop. I remember some of this from back in the day, and I can hear its influence in other things. But, I just can't play these lyrics at the front desk of a government office. Sorry

Is it prog rock? Is it glam? Classical? Classic rock? Free form jazz? Do I care? I think there was a sea shanty in there. Obviously, the answer is Yes.

What an odd discovery. This is right up my alley, released when I was in high school, and I had never heard of it. In another dimension, I saw this on 120 Minutes, ran out to buy the CD the next day, then recorded it for my best friend, telling her it reminded me of all of our favorite movie soundtracks combined. And yet, in reality, nothing, until 29 years later. I have some catching up to do.

I enjoyed everything I heard from Arrested Development in the 90s, although I never sat down and listened to a full album. This music isn't mine. I like it, but it is speaking, very intimately, to an experience that I can't claim.

So, all I know about this guy is that he gets nominated for the Hall of Fame a lot. Did he ever get in? Somehow I had assumed he was more of a roots/reggae style. This is not what I was expecting. This album got him jailed, his mother murdered, and his entire town destroyed. That's terrible, but gottdamm, that's rock n roll.

Classic 90s rap. Always a favorite. I always hate when these guys die young, but at least it counts for one less comeback tour.

I like Elvis Costello and I don't know a single one of these songs.

Happy Sad. That's one way to put it. Another devastating shooting at an elementary school yesterday, and today I send my kids to school for their last day of the year. Happy Sad.

As always, I don't love electronic music because I can't sing along. This particular album doesn't have a lot of lyrics, but it's okay because I just keep yelling out "Firestarter!" and "Breathe with me!" anyway.

The blues, but make it 80's! Good thing I love both. Unexpected Bonnie Raitt is never, ever, a bad thing.

My son used Alexa to play an Aphex Twin playlist without realizing he was using my spotify to do so. I (not-so-seriously) got on him for messing up my algorithm. Here we go again, but this time it's my own fault. I feel like I give the same review to all of this electronic music. It's all the same to me.

Now, this is more my style. I've been familiar with Billy Bragg forever, but I've never done the deep dive. If you asked, the first song to come to mind would be California Stars, but that's really Wilco. I knew Greetings to the New Brunette and There is Power in a Union, but I wasn't relating either to Bragg. Bell Biv Devoe, now I know.

Never been a fan of the Beach Boys. I get the concept, I understand how important it is. It's just not my style. Except for God Only Knows, that's an excellent song. But, it's not on this album.

If I must listen to Jazz, at least make it funky.

Of all the tragedies I endured growing up in the Midwest in the 90s, not immediately discovering Mudhoney may have well been the worst.

I've always loved this album. The 48 song Spotify version is a bit much for me. Stick to the basics.

This album is hygge. It is a cozy blanket with a caramel cappuccino around a camp fire.

Ok, Non Musical Silence threw me for a loop. I thought I hit the end of the album and the next song made me jump a bit. I feel like my son would appreciate that one. Unfortunately, the silence made more of an impression on me than anything else. Every time I paused, I had "Mothers Talk" stuck in my head. Figure that out.

Growing up in the 90's we somehow thought that only Catholic school kids listed to Hole. Kids are fucking weird. I have mixed feelings about Courtney Love. Media at the time, especially after Kurt's death, wanted to paint her as a black widow - exploiting him for her own means until he couldn't take any more. Then I read "Dirty Blonde" and I gained a ton of respect for her. But, so many of these songs sound like Nirvana rejects that I'm back to not knowing what to believe. If I turn off the thoughts and just listen...I love this album. It's weird. Every other woman in rock/alternative gets my immediate love and respect. Why should Hole be any different?

First, if I saw this cover on Instagram today, I would never listen. Second, this album sounds like September. Van Morrison is a genius. Wish he got more love.

My dad was a big Dire Straits fan. I think that killed a little bit of the coolness for me. I get that Knopfler is regarded as a master of the guitar, and I can appreciate that, but not to the level of following "Daily Updates on Mark Knopfler's Health Condition" on Facebook. I just have a hard time getting into this. The giant f-slur in "Money for Nothing" doesn't help either. (Full Disclosure: as much as I love Jewel, I avoid "Pieces of You" for the same reason.)

Improvising live music in 10,000 times harder than meticulously practicing a piece. Unfortunately, it doesn't always turn out to be 10,000 times more impressive. I have a lot of respect for this album. I think I would appreciate it more if I was more familiar with Kuti's work. And I don't quite get why Ginger Baker is here.

Beautiful music; beautiful voice. I wish I understood more of the lyrics.

The Fall is my favorite kind of Post-Punk. The kind that is still pretty damn punk.

Before I even listen I have to say...Mom sewed me that same dress for a middle school orchestra concert. I also had one of the same pattern in a turquoise and pink flower print. Anyway... I got annoyed about halfway through. Objectively great, I just don't like country. Maybe I would enjoy her earlier, folksier stuff? I sure want to.

I like Nick Drake, but I always forget about him. Pretty songs but too slow for me.

Yay. One of my all time faves. This was on my list to listen to soon, and now I will. I don't even like country, but I love this.

Stevie is the master. What else is there to say?

Did not know this was released September 11, 2001. That's...unfortunate. I'm sure there's a conspiracy theory involving the Illuminati. It's not my thing. Kept the volume super low because I'm not comfortable listening to this language at work. Probably missed a lot. Not really worried about it.

This is one my son would be proud of me for listening to. But, he wouldn't realize I went through a Madchester phase a long, long time ago.

Cleva went right on my empowerment playlist. Perfect. And now I've learned that she crochets her own clothes. That's the fifth star for me.

My second favorite genre is girl with guitar (or piano). This fits.

I don't know. I feel like I should like Belle and Sebastian. It's objectively my style. It's just so pretentious. And I don't hate pretentious - I love Morrisey. Something about this just feels like they wouldn't want me as a fan. So, I'm not.

I am not a giant deadhead, but I know every song on this album. Perfect vibe for this snowy, dreary day.

This is definitely Elvis' "middle-age" record. The songs are safe and pretty. His voice sounds incredible. Not much that resembles the earlier post-punk masterpieces. Ok, it started to show up there about halfway through, but I stand by my earlier assessment.