1001 Albums Summary

Could be from an indie band of any era. Sounds old and modern at the same time.

You have to suffer through Courtney Love but this is still an amazing album. Starts out strong but does lose some momentum towards the end.

Flawless right down to the terrible harmonica on One Hand.

Listening to this while walking around feels like being the protagonist in a bad 70s fantastical sci-fi movie. I can understand the significance of it, but I’m alright never listening to it again.

I’m of the opinion there are no bad Prince albums, but this one certainly isn’t my favourite. It’s starts out strong but becomes a little ho-hum (for Prince) midway through.

Their surf-rock influence really stands out here.

Since I forgot The Emperor’s New Clothes was on this, I’m bumping it up to a 3. But you got lucky this time Sinead!

This oddly feels the way listening to Happy Mondays feels—like a farewell to the 80s.

I can appreciate a fantastic album, and I do like a bit of Elton. Not something I’d choose to listen to often but when he’s good, he’s damn good.

This is an album I grew up with but was too young to understand. I still have lasting but vague memories from the film of Bob Geldof’s bloody hands clawing at the wall. And of hiding behind my sister’s huge cardboard stand display of The Wall wall. It still doesn’t fail to put me to sleep. In a good way.

Rant time. No disrespect to the Lemonheads—after all I’m giving this album 2 more stars than Tubular Bells—however, I’d argue that Tubular Bells belongs on this list more than this album, despite the fact I’d listen to the Lemonheads over Tubular Bells any day. I say this after having investigated what is and, importantly, is not included in the 1001 albums list from the book. So… this over several missing albums? No. This over several over-represented artists on this list? Yes. Rant over. Thank you Mr Dando.

I am in an elevator in a funky NYC hipster hotel. It is hot and muggy. I am annoyed. I am unsure if the music is making it better or worse.

Eh.

I am rarely in the mood for jazz. Appreciated as important, sure. Enjoyed, not so much.

I was stuck unable to stop the music and had to endure this 4 times over. Alas, marking down for being unlistenable 4 times over.

If Sparks weren’t an influence for Amanda Palmer, I’ll eat a handful of coriander.

Just what I needed on a chill Thursday evening.

Fine. I mean, I could chill back and listen to this but I’m not going to _listen_ to it.

It’s folk music with a bird soundtrack. Wild.

This is so 2004 it’s crazy.

Halfway through I thought it had skipped to a different album but no, ‘twas still The Style Council. Clearly I had different ideas as to what they’re music sounded like.

I don’t think I noticed the change from one song to another. Actually I didn’t notice when the album ended and another started playing.

Best listened to in an altered state.

I feel like I’ve been tortured by the child of country music and the music I was surrounded by as a child.

I love this album, but I think we can all agree Morrissey is a twat.

Solid pop.

Honestly forgot I was listening to it while listening to it.

Not what I’d pick as a good Nick Cave album.