1001 Albums Summary

Chunky. Rough in a clean way (if that makes sense). 90s af.

"It's not comforting, cheery or kind" - no, it's the Smiths. Not my preferred vibes, but I can appreciate a decent album.

Snippet of birdsong almost burst my eardrums. Then Personal Jesus came on and everything was alright. Good album, it grew on me

Rough but clean. 1989s finest, but rap has been power crept since then.

Album is all a bit "one note", albeit a talented "note" at that. Soulful and crisp. A monument of its time.

I'm starting to think I shouldn't be listening to these albums on my commute to and from work. Lenny needs to chill out. Avalanche slaps, but the rest is dire and frankly I'm not in the mood.

The album equivalent of "always keep em guessing". Fun, tongue in cheek, wild. For context, this album directly followed a Leonard Cohen album so the whiplash has left my neck completely snapped in two.

I like the way he pluck and twang. Good stuff.

Pure dad rock. I am not a dad yet, so found it slow. Sinister Purpose is solid tho.

Jaunty, lovely, peppy. When the trumpet pops, it's tingles down my back. Very solid, bit slow.

Covers sound like sitar-aoke (karaoke, geddit) and the albums drags. Shame.

Lovely tone of voice. Skillful and peaceful orchestration. But all the songs sound the same.

Noisy. Ugly. Boring. You could say I'm not a fan.

Difficult to listen to with fresh ears - songs are firmly stuck in the "karaoke slosh" category for me. But the vocal harmonies are gorgeous. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. "Another Song" actually rocks.

So I would listen to curated radio stations named "ePiC mUsIc" which was populated almost entirely by tracks like "Grounds For Divorce". That shit was formative to my young ears. Wish the rest of the album was more like it but its a good listen nonetheless.

YES. MORE. \m/

What the heck. This kicks ass. I thought The Clash were boring.

They said it best in Autopsy - "..why must you bore me to tears?" Aggressively dull.

Hit after hit after hit. Sir Elton at his finest. It is very long, and that Jamaican song is a bit naff, but who cares.

Mr Soul has riz for days. The songs themselves are quite middle-of-the-road but I'd have loved to have been there for this recording.

I like noisy, but it's a bit too under-produced here. Real chunky riffs and jams tho.

Not my favourite of theirs, but, like pizza, even bad pizza is really funking good.

This was my shit as a teen - my edgy bread and butter washed down with razorblade cereal. So listening with fresh ears was... actually, surprisingly easy. This album aged like breast milk left in the sun. It's all the same song dude. I can't believe Jon and Fred D sat back after recording "All in the Family" and went "yep, that's the absolute best we could do! Nailed it dood". Guess this is how reformed Mormons feel.

Simple, catchy, damn good. Side note, my best friend in school, Michael, hated when I'd sing his titular song in his direction.

When it's good, it's excellent - Bring tha Noize, get to Arizona etc. But damn, the discordant wailing sirens in the background of some songs are SUPER annoying. That first track is one hell of a way to start an album. Truly awful.

Such thrash.. Much weedly-weedly-woo. Happiness.

What the hell is this oddly technical prog punk mix and where has it been my entire life???

This feller has an incredibly wobbly voice and some odd lyrics. Pretty good.

This is why I go through with this album-a-day rigamarole. This is an absolute gem I'd have never found otherwise. Very grateful to add this album to my rotation!

Gorgeous. I wish I had the drugs on hand to listen to this album as intended.

Slack-stringed, lethargic guitars + slurred, warbly vocals + post production mixing chunkier than Campbell's = a very strange rockabilly album indeed. Would be a perfect soundtrack to True Detective or similar shows. Certainly grew on me the more I listened.

If my mama and papa were this boring I'd have ran away from home long ago. California Dreaming is solid tho.

It's punk, alright. The band members feel like they're all playing different songs and the energies are all over the place. Also, there's maybe 3 or 4 different mixes of this album for some reason? Just stop trying. Leave it be. It's just fine.

What a bizarre ride from start to finish. Some songs drag, but the energy and eclectic-kitsch personality shines throughout.

Incredibly middle-of-the-road lounge music. Completely inoffensive and.. just fine. Darkness, Darkness slaps pretty hard tho.

He's sexy, he's soulful, Got ballads by the bowlful. He's Marvin fuckin Gaye.

That theme song is a verified 11 outta 10. The rest of the album doesn't need to exist. It's functional background music. I now know where "Santa Claus is Coming to the Ghetto" got their sampling from, however. So that's cool.

Pure chill reggae. Him and Robert (Marley) were the GOATs !

Uh.. how do I go back and lower all my previous ratings? This is Rush's best, and I'm sorry to all other artists but that's just the way it is. Rock on Peart, you legend \m/

Fuck you I won't review how you tell me

Impressively boring. Shouldn't really be on this list. Even "Walk This Way", the best track, has a better version elsewhere.

It's interesting. Informative. Technically profound. A show of skill. But a fun listen it is not. Sorry Ravi.

Only Nick I'd heard before now was the Peaky Blinders theme, and this album has those vibes all over it. Love it.

Monkey neurons activate for each song, but nothing truly stands out. Can't believe there's a song called "Turd on the Run".

Celtic jazz? Spanish guitar?? Christmas ballads!? All cemented together via drinking-fighting Irish belters??? "Be merry, my friends. Be merry". It's bloody hard to be anything else listening to this. Top craic

Groovy. Whenever that bassy voice came in, my knees shuddered, and I'm a married straight dude. Weird cover of "Heard It Through The Grapevine"

If they stopped after this album, the Beatles would've fallen off the face of the earth into obscurity. "With The Beatles" shambled so that "Abbey Road"/"Sergeant Pepper's.." could SPRINT.

Whatta voice. Rich, vibrant. Best thing Fallout 3 did was bring Billie to the ears of a new generation. Album itself is quite same-samey and boring tho.

Wow, a real relic! 1995 encapsulated in one sick album. Nothing quite like bursting out "And I'm here to remiiiind you/of the mess you made when you went away"

All throughout I was thinking "this guy is doing a pretty great Bowie impression" and, lo and behold, the man's fingerprints are all over this album. Therefore it gets top marks. Brill.

Well, I never used to like country.. Still don't, but I never used to as well. Not for me thanks.

This was great. I'd always thought of "Black Hole Sun" Soundgarden and "Spoonman" Soundgarden as being different eras throughout the bands life, so colour me surprised when one came on directly after the other. Chunky without sacrificing melody. And that VOICE.

This album has no chill. It's seemingly always at 11, which is both good and bad. My point being.. have you tried being less manic?

"Fun" is right - this album was a blast! The only criminal activity here, however, was how these lads stole my heart. ..and the copious drug use.

It's the climax of the indie trash Wes Anderson-wannabe movie debut, and the paid-in-exposure actors look across the ocean wistfully. They mutter something pretentious and this album plays in its entirety as they stare into the lens. Credits roll. Boring.

That opening is hot fire. The rest of the album dithers and has its ups and downs. Some peak funk here though - thoroughly enjoyable.

Benefits from multiple listenings. There's no catchy riffs or hooks, but there's a ton of depth and vibes, spanning from light to very heavy.

I don't get it. Their first album was better. I want to like it more, but it's just too dang long.

Fucking mental. Who knew a banjo could sound so damn angry. Too rare to be lost forever, too weird to thrive. Perfect for a list like this.

No no god no. Put it back in the ark of the covenant and open it again in 30 years. Let the future deal with it. Just get it out of my sight.

Thick, chunky riffs, swooping solos, and excellent vibes throughout. I can even forgive the goofy skit and weird messy feedback sections - lotta drugs about those days. Superb.

Download Festival 2011, Thin Lizzy on the main stage. Me on my friends shoulders as they play "Boys are Back in Town" which is kinda funny since that friend hadn't realised by that point they were a woman all along, and have since transitioned. I'm in my festival poncho and jester hat, and get featured on the main screen. We go wild!! It was even shown on the highlights on Kerrang, and that still image took ages for me to screenshot and save. That was my Facebook profile photo for years on end. A core memory. The albums just alright.

Familiar but fresh, with the depth of a swimming pool full of hard liquor. Nothing truly stands out as a "hit", but it was a welcome dark trip.

Fun. Messy. Very varied and lively. I really enjoyed this, but it's too unrefined to be a 5.

It's rough. It's outdone by MANY other 80s albums. It shouldn't be on this list, frankly. AND YET THE DOPAMINE FLOWS ??

Technically lovely, though nothing jumps out. Some of the best background music I could ask for.

That smoky voice! I enjoyed this more than I thought I would.

I'm all for Dolly outside of music. She sounds awesome. This album ain't it tho. Not for me thanks.

Iconic? Maybe. Good? Fuck no. This album sucked.

Otis slaps. This is soulful as hell and I enjoyed every minute.

This is the wrong half of Elvis. Give me sexy rock n roll Elvis, this don't do it for me.

The kind of music cool people listen to. I can't wait to bmget caught tapping my foot singing along to "crack rock crack rock crack rock"

With 40 added years of hindsight and context, I think Grinder is hilarious - Grinderrrrrr, Looking for meat! And y'know, I bet Rob Halford finds it funny as hell too.

I wasn't happy nor was I sad. More just aloof. Listless. Other synonyms.

"your rhynes are cheesy - you found em in a mousetrap" I love the lack of irony with which Cool James raps this line. I love that it isn't even from the song "Cheesy Rat Blues" Things I don't love : this album. And that weird rape line. That's not cool, James.

I've got a hunch these boys are a bit miffed

This rocks. Pure and simple. That damn bass line travels through multiple zip codes!

Really enjoyed this, each track like a hidden treat. Except for that Iron Man cover. Strange that I JUST had Black Sabbath before this album too!

Me: Why can't you just be normal?? Bauhaus: FISHCAKES. FISHCAKES.

Listen to feel like you're in a Breaking Bad cold open. Great background music.

Oh hey its the Great British Bake-off host! Solid hooks and beats. Wears out its welcome fairly quick.

I get it now.

Fight the power and all that. Quite repetitive but fun.

Some tracks feel they could have been released last week. Some tracks need to get their prostate looked at - their age is showing. Strange but fun.

This album was already in my regular playlist. A first, however - after listening, I actually removed some tracks from my listening rotation. There is such a think as too much honky-tonking

His allegations? Acquitted. His hits? Slappers His dregs? Not so good Bad? Good

Guitar absolutely on point. Drums are belter. GOAT remains GOATed. Now excuse me while I kiss this guy

Man, I love the 80s vibes. That's why this is rated so low for me - others have done it waaay better. Doesn't deserve to be on the list frankly.

Laura, pick a damn tempo and stick with it Well produced but EXHAUSTING to listen to

Love how the instrumentalists play very simply, taking a back seat to THAT V O I C E. I had fun

Excellent lounge/elevator music. Very chill and cool.

I'd only heard "Scarborough Fair" so had low expectations going in. First listen was pleasantly surprised. Second listen bored again. Its just fine.

It's 2023. Christopher Nolan's Oppenheimer came out last week. "Nukes R bad" has never been a more relevant take. But did you have to make the message so boring?

I'd always imagined Robert D as more boring than this. Turns out this upbeat stuff is quite divisive to the "true fans" but I enjoyed it.

Dang that's a fun album. Drags a bit there in the mid, but some tracks slap hard.

Cool Jojo reference Overrated album.

Fun, decent. Somewhat catchy. Does NOT belong on this list.

The energy of Meatloaf, the piano work of Elton John, and the sax of Michael Bolton. The Boss is boss. I didn't expect to enjoy this so much.

What's the opposite of ASMR? Fingernails and the slide guitar in Because of the Wind are so bad they'd make baby jesus cry. I did enjoy Boxcars tho.

I guess I grew into this album - haven't listened since I was a teen, and found it boring as hell then. Now I think it's pretty sick.

This album whips hard as steel. It's aged wonderfully and I should know, it was released the same year I was.

Weird as hell. Not too great to listen with a hangover. Backwards sitars and actual ayyyyliens chattering in my ear.

Sickly sweet chiptune-karaoke-ass sounds and repetitive melodies and rhythms. It did grow on me, rapist or no.

My teen years are back with a vengeance. I'm surprised how well this holds up, rapist or no.

I do adore Jimi. That said, this one faffs and twaddles on a bit. Still, some of his GOAT belters on this album.

I get it, Robert D is kind of a big deal. I just can't stand his sound.

Please just fuck off

No notes. No jokes or funnies. This album is fucking good.

Right up my alley. Only heard "Alright" before now, but the rest of the album whips hard as nails. Belter.

It keeps it fresh and has aged well for sure. Very pleasant, just what I needed on a Monday.

Very confusing. People are talking about a 37 minute cut, whereas the version I listened to had a 15 minute rendition of "My Generation" alone. I mean, it's fine. Not their best. And it's a live album.

Guess I didn't know The Who half as well as I thought - who's this Beatles wannabe band? And why are they so good? Keith you mad bastard.

It took til the second listen to notice the release year. That's wild that this album is old enough to have hip problems. It sounds a little aged but damn, they rocked it here.

I do not like that man Bob D, singing way too nasally. Harmonica near burst my ears, The rest of it bored me to tears. There's five more albums to come Blow more wind right out yer bum.

Half snoozy, half catchy. Pilgrimage is a fun track.

Dull and discordant. That cover at the end might be the worst thing I've heard in my life.

Some choice lyrics: What's a black beatle anyway, a fuckin roach? // Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick. // You ever have sex with a pharaoh? I put the pussy in a sarcophagus. The man was on top of it all, the GOAT for a moment. Shame really.

Album edits are usually that - edited. This is the same bleary thumping crap that you need drugs to enjoy. Not a good album. I'm amazed and glad DP actually kept it up past this, but what a dogshit start.

Keeps it simple for the most part, which make the deviations and trills stand out - the drums on Brenda #1, for example. Angry, grounded, good shit.

Exodus is excellent. In other news, water is still wet and Snoop smokes trees. All worries lift away during Two Little Birds

Fun fact : the running speed of the player hunter in Monster Hunter Generations follows the exact same tempo as the song "Now I wanna sniff some glue". Good stuff

I get "albums you must listen to before you die" doesn't mean "good albums" but this is just taking the piss. Morbid curiosity held me in for the duration, and I'm never going back.

Whimsical. Kitsch. Wes Anderson set to vinyl. I love it.

Just.. not good

Pushed all the right buttons for me. Rough but cheeky ;)

Thinking backon my life, Jack White has always been there, like some sort of cosmic constant. White Stripes, thru the Raconteurs and now this. Keep on keeping on Jack my boy.

The kind of album that gets me rethinking all my previous 5s. This shit slaps so hard!!

It's covers? And they're lackluster? What a disappointment

Not significant or important or even good enough for this list. Also, without Spotify, impossible to find online. Who cares, Ash?

Album plays like a recipe. There's Oasis, Bowie, Dylan, all here and there. And like a recipe, a good long waffle about shit all. George, dude. Why use lot song when few song do trick?

I'm a big Bowie fan. Or am I ? This album just didn't click like his others. I dunno, I'd think even Dave would say this isn't his best. Not so sure if it even belongs on the list.

Absolutely fine. Some songs start strong then just fall flat. I think this list is wearing me down, because I've certainly heard worse.

Initial impression, the band name reminds me of trig function shit (sohcahtoa). Bad start. First few tracks made me want to punch my own ticket. Abysmal start. It got better (it was hard to get worse) but not by much.

\m/ My face meat did not slough off of my skull. My eyes and ears did not spontaneously bleed black bile. I did not find myself somehow pregnant with Our Holy Lucifers own child. I did have a good time tho.

Fun, bouncy, damn good.

OK, damn, that's a STRONG open. 1983??? I could have sworn this was a late 90s belter. Kickass front to back. Very cool.

My brother in christ, you took extremely mid songs and stuck belt sanders and reverb over the top of them. So much that it hurts to listen with headphones. Utter bullshit. I don't have time for this.

This was just a bad ad for KFC. ..not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good.

What an utter pile of faff and tosh. Be better Dave, this bored the bleeding pants off me.

I've never enjoyed PE all that much, but as a pale white brit I'm not exactly their target audience. Gotta appreciate those catchy hooks, tho.

Some red hot lines: We are the custard pie appreciation consortium. I bet you're fat and married and you're always home in bed by half past eight. This album is the definition of twee.

Chunky, crunchy, not entirely unpleasant. Sounds more like Nine Inch Nails than Nirvana.

Imagine Arcade Kings of Mumfords sounding ass. Absolute middle of the road fine.

Snoozefest. This album overstayed it's welcome so much, it put a tent up in my living room and left its feet sticking out the flap, muddying up my rug. Being boring is more sinful than being bad.

Oh snap it's that song from that one ad. Chunky funky synth vibes, pretty fun.

Really cool. Like really really cool. But, the Mona Lisa wouldn't benefit from being 15 feet wide. Learn to regulate girl. Edit it down. Still cool tho.

Flat and boring. Just did not gel.

Yooooo Guitar Hero 2 was my favourite in the series, and this brought me back. That one track 3 intro with the drums has me thinking about "Love is a Battlefield", which I can't help but wish I was listening to instead.

See yesterday - Guitar Hero 2 has the BEST soundtrack. Two in a row! This album is a racist uncle on Thanksgiving. It's got some ass holes behind it, but damn, ain't no way I'm giving Free Bird less than a 5 dude.

Damn good album. The electric atmosphere and setting make this album quite unique. ..is what I thought before learning this guy has FOUR prison albums? Damn dude calm down. I wanna know the logistics here. Are there murderers and rapists in this crowd or what? Just embezzlers? Tax avoiders? Strange.

Everyone who likes this liked it first when they were 16. Pure nostalgia bait. I am not one of those people. Sonic youth? Grow up.

Like they told Trent Reznor to re-do Downward Spiral, "but happier?" Also, take this saxophone. You'll know when to use it.

Y'all are tryna make me hate electronic music or something and I do not appreciate it. Put this one back in the 90s.

Oh man, it happened again. I gotta retroactively rate all my 5s a 4 or something, since THIS is what a damn 5 sounds like. Hopefully the first of many Queen albums.

Weird. But not weird enough. Didn't grip me.

If this gonna be that kinda party, I’m gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes. Thank you for bringing this line to my attention.

Randy Newman meets Bruce Springsteen in slow motion, and worse than the sum of their parts. Snoozefest.

A very vague sound of good 70s rock. Never turning this off, but I wouldn't turn it on, strangely.

Sad old man recites poetry. Not how I want to spend my Friday.

2009. Digital Mondays. Bumming fags outside while Mr Brightside or some other tosh gets everyone indoors foaming at the lips. Heads Will Roll comes on but I'm too drunk and spastic to realise I'm already dancing. Another good night. Top track. Rest of the album just sort of is there as well.

It's John Lennons Imagine. Come on. How is this not an instant classic? That's what I thought going in. Can you imagine, the only decent song is the title track, and even that has gone sour in recent years. How? How is this album so.. boring?

This album is very 90s (not a compliment) and incredibly British (also not a compliment), but it pulls it off nonetheless. Lot of fun and catchy shit.

What a mopey sack. Get a life, Morrisons.

Pushed the right buttons, jammed the right jams, and grooved some grooves I did not see coming. Bit clunky but solid.

Fuck man, if this is dad rock, then put a baby in me I guess. No Aja, but still no less worthy of a 5

Uninspired. Uninteresting. Uninstall. Unsubscribed. Unga bunga.

Weird showtune ass album. Kinda like a car crash. Not unhappy to have heard it, but never going back for more.

Things I've learnt: 1. Ice Cube has an A-K 2. It's a good day for genocide 3. Nothing ever changes. 4. Ice Cube has an A-K It was a good day.

Oh. Uh. Phil. You.. you shouldn't have. (after reading up on the man) Jesus fucking Christ, you REALLY shouldn't have, Phil.

Boring and naff. Norfring. Boffing. Barff. I'd rather 127 hours myself than listen again.

Damn they funky. Then I was like damn, they rock. Damn they songs go on forEVER.

That bass line slaps so hard. You know which one I'm talking about. I wish they'd enjoy themselves a bit more. Sad sacks the entire time.

Truly the highest highs and lowest lows - the few songs with Ginger Baker on lead very nearly dropped the album a whole point. Sunshine fucking SPANKS tho.

I slip into a coma somewhere around the fifteenth "listen ladies". They say my eyes stir throughout "Renegades" but they are unable to resuscitate. My rest is fitful, harangued by neon leotards and baggy pants. The light caresses me and I "Go Go Pop" straight into the fourth layer of hell for my sins. Don't let this be you. Skip this shite.

Schizophrenic ass album. Pick a lane. Just kidding. You do you.

Bro I don't need this. Where good songs. No catchy. No cool.

Some utter bops layered between flops. I had a strange time, but LET'S ALL MEET UP IN THE YEAR 2000

Um. I thought Prince was tight and funky? This was just a lackluster mixtape set to porn. Artist formerly known as good, more like

One big hell yeah for heroin, if it makes a voice sound like that. Hot damn. Why'd you let us suck your cock?

This album had two flavours - cheesy hammy slop, and the low effort live stuff they used to play at a restaurant I used to work at. I hated that job. I think I'm hungry.

I thought it was "Groovers in the hut" when I was young. One of my top 10 songs of all time. Rest of the album doesn't quite live up, but it was fun

Staying up late on the music channels (kerrang 363) just for a sniff of titty to this music vid. Good times. Damn good album.

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This dude skirts a fine line between a bop and a migraine sometimes. But fuck me if he ain't cool as a cucumber.

Regina Spektor vibes, 30 years before. And I love RS.

Clearly on this list because booba. Nowhere near as interesting or fun as the cover.

Fantastic background music, some of the absolute best. I wasn't expecting such a variety to be honest.

The instrument is her voice I get it nowww. Seriously loved Play Dead. She makes strange noises that remind me of noises my wife makes. Side note, is Bjork cancelled in China? She's impossible to find on QQ music.

67 was the same year Hendrix had two of his absolute GOAT albums. Disraeli Gears by Cream. The Doors, by (you guessed it) The Doors. SERGEANT FUCKING PEPPERS. leave this shite in the dark ages.

Strangely hammy, weirdly rapey, oddly energetic. Really confused by this one. So middle of the road it goes.

Got better on the second listen. Then worse on the third. Once In A Lifetime is a top 50 all time song, but the rest of the album be so different. And sometimes better.

One year later. New job. New city. New kitten. Same me. Like Dave I've had to reinvent myself a little recently. Maybe I too will get cancelled in my 50s. Who knows. This album is the reason I came back, and I'd do it again. Better than I remember. Rougher, heavier, chunkier than new Foos. Solid album. Cheers lads.

Ahhh that's why I stopped for a year. I remember now. Didn't hate it.

Good grief, why does it sound like he's in pain when he sings. Elegia, on the other hand, slaps HARD as a backdrop to a Metroid game. Their true calling, it seems, was to make music for Nintendo games.

Not your typical* pop princess album! *i assume. I don't listen to anything like this usually.

Led Zep records come in two varieties : A. This album FUCKS B. This is an album for nerds who read Books. Namely, Tolkien. Well, where does this one fall on the FUCKS - BOOKS spectrum? Ask the puddle on my chair

By all accounts I should love it. I do not. Its simultaneously dated and too ahead of its time. A no from me, dog.

Hey, uh more like. boredly drawn boy. They should call him uh.. badly snore boy right amirite Maybe. He. Maybe he could be. Oh fuck it.

Oh man. There's no voice quite like his. Nobody croons like Frankie. Makes the ladies swoon like Frankie. Sinatra the singer is unmatched. The songwriter Sinatra, however, needed a kick in the head. This isn't music for listening. You put this on to meet your in-laws. My panties remain dry. Poor effort.

Damn man, they went rock hard with this one. It's all over the place, in the best possible ways. That funky bass line! The piano licks!? It's the coolest shit. I'm not so hot on the vocals but I couldn't imagine them without em.

Lord release me. This pity party was not expected nor is it welcome. It's a slow burn, but instead of a candle at the end of a wick, it's a noose.

This album touched me in a way I haven't been touched since uncle got ran out of town. This record slaps, kicks, bites and shits on the floor. I'm in love.

We should strive to be better. We ought to leave things better off than how we found them. Rise above, if you will. Instead of the review I was going to write, here's three albums you should be listening to instead : OK Goodbye - The Fox and The Bird. Incredible modern prog metal. Jellyfish - Spilt Milk. Excellent power pop, so fuckin fun. Coheed and Cambria - Good Apollo IV. My single favourite album. "Welcome Home" alone is such a damn belter. Good luck out there. Don't listen to shite just because an app told you to.

Couldn't access the album. Listened to their best of instead. I tell ya, I like my prog like my women. Deeply weird and a touch too long in the back end.

Lemme guess, this is one of MANY Stones albums on this list, because we need to cHarT tHEiR pRogGrEsS or sEe wHeRE tHey CaMe fRoM. Can't we just have the good albums??

Banger after banger after banger. Does get a bit samey by the end however. Documents approved.

Yup. Sure is.

Without looking it up, I'm guessing the "incredible" Jimmy Smith is the guy on sax, although the organist has chops too. (damn Jimmy step it up, saxman gonna take yer chickens) Album looped and I must have listened three or four times before realising it was the same 5 tracks.

I'm here 5 days from Christmas, freezing my tits off on the ride into work, listening to whale and bird song d&b. Thank you Lil Tim Jimkins, for this gift. This is my life now and I accept. Local Total Jellical Bukem you have a new worshipper to the shrine of bum tss

I haven't been this disappointed since Santa Claus. Be me, poking the album, going "dooooo somethinggggg". That's rough bud.

First half fucks. Or, californicates, if you will. Second have left me Edinbored. Creepy lyrics and whiny voice, and I'm Lon-done. "What could be wetter than an English girl and American man ?" lmao ew

Lotta fun! This Roxy knows music

Real talk, the best thing the Fallout games did was introduce old-ass bangers like this to a new generation. I wouldn't have given the album much thought without them. This kind of slaps? It's an album full of skits, sung with rich harmonies and twinkly Spanish guitar. What's not to love?

Oh man I love Anthrax !! Who? But they sound just like... Oh well \m/ all the same

Didn't ask bro

Yes is right.

Good Glam Rock just tickles a part of my brain so right. I should really listen to some after this album.

Be me, pointing at the screen like Leonardo Dicaprio in the meme: I recognise that riff!

Nevermind is the gift that keeps on giving, as Mr Babypenis on the cover consistently attempts litigation based on dreams and fancy, which serves only to recruit more people to the "Have Seen This Dudes Dick" Club. Its enough to make Kurt grin in his rest.

Season one True Detective ass album. Dad rock. No, Uncle rock. The weird uncle and the cool uncle. Immaculate vibes, rough execution.

It rocks, slaps and knocked me dead. No notes. Except.. we all heard Changes right?? Weepy piano ballads??? In MY sabbath?!!? It just ain't Christian.

Britain's finest export. I'd have a pint with Adele, she seems a right laugh. But dayumn does she have pipes.

The crowd goes mild.

Gotta appreciate the variety here, bongos to banjos, organs to harmonica. He even let's a sick turkey sing for him on a few tracks. Very kind of him. Dad rock, except my dad likes Queen more.

Lenny always was a sad and old huh. This has all the charm of Dylan, with none of the nasally voice, so he's good in my books.

Drop your 9 to 5, take some ecstasy and do it for family. Then do it again. What an album. If it's good enough for Will Smith and Daft Punk then it's good enough for me

Feels like three albums in a trenchcoat. The country folk is uninspired, the REM style rock ballads are kinda swingy But when he hits his stride in Strength of Strings and starts spitting about fiery rain and rubies?? I feel it; I feel the cosmos.

"You Haven't Done Nothin" slaps hard. More of this please. That's the Stevie I expected.

You know that bit in Snatch where the pikeys fight back and burn it all down, Brick Top has his world come down around him and Brad Pitt is just standing there all cold and shit. This whole album is that moment, just non stop. Except that bit had Oasis doing the song, which means it was just better.

Masturbatory music at its finest. As good as it is, wankery is still wankery.

Fun Fact: this album is completely unavailable for streaming on any Chinese music apps. I had to use YouTube instead. I would like to think this restriction has nothing to do with the trans symbology of the cover, and is simply because this album is so bloody boring.

Damn man, the vibes are vibrant here. Very nice album front to back. And bonus - I feel so damn worldly having listened to it! In fact, I think I'll go make a black friend after I'm done.

I was a 13 year old lad in Britain when this released, it may as well have been our National Anthem for that decade. That being said, I will try my best to remain impartial when reviewi-JEAAAAALOUSY

Look up "rock" in the dictionary, you know what you'll find? You'll find the definition of the word "rock", which this album fucking is.

That's my shit right there. Moondance (the song) has always been my go-to karaoke song, but who knew that Moondance (the album) had so much more to offer!

Half the album is a bad B Dylan impression, the other half an airy, twangy flurry of strings and wobbly voices. I can't stand Bob Dylan. And the trippy isn't trippy enough. They gotta smoke more of that goo-goo-gajoob shit.

Sounds like they're trying to bridge the gap between grunge and indie rock, and didn't do either particularly well. Here's the funniest thing tho - In the remastered version, they must have remixed it to crank up the whiney voices! What a goof! ...what do you mean that's just how they sound?

Man's came a long way since "Daddy Would You Like Some Sausage". Good for him.

I listened to this album one time and my room now stinks. Thank god I didn't listen to the deluxe version, is all I'll say.

Dios mio. This might be the most interesting and culturally resonant piece of shit I've ever listened to. I begged the bongos (congas??) to stop one minute into a six minute solo. When the guitar arrived I pleaded for the bongos (????) once more. Not enough ayahuasca, 1 star.

This album got me thinking. About my aunt, who recently passed. She would have loved this. She always loved the worst crap from this age. I wish I could still ask her about it. Love ya Kerry xx

Just when you think you have an original thought, the top review proves you very wrong. Didn't think I could be surprised by Beatles of all bands, but "Any Time At All" was a snap-keep for me. It's not Good Beatles, but it's maybe the best Shitty Beatles album, thanks to those lush harmonies. Top of the Slops.

Holy funky soul. And.. R&B?? In my Bowie album??! A side of the man I've never experienced before, and I LOVED it. Sax reminded me of Springsteen's Thunder Road. Now that's a model Young American.

*confused delighted screaming* No Bruce but.. still good?!!

This album shreds, slaps and fucks. Man does it fuck.

One of the best voices in the biz, buttttt... This album is an absolute relic. WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO - GOT TO DO WITH It gets a whole point by itself however!

Well that's just great, now my ears are pregnant.

I settle down on the sofa with my wife and our newborn son, our little Christmas miracle. Our daughter had been asking for a baby brother for Christmas ever since she could talk, and she sits on the floor, excitedly showing her new family member her gifts from Santa. The fireplace is lit, the music is playing and life is.. very good. I catch myself smiling at my wife, and she notices and returns the grin before asking "what?". "I love you" I respond. "I love you too" she says as she snuggles in closer. And then, a noise I haven't heard in a long time - two men, or more, clapping their hands and speaking in unison "BREAK". "Did you hear that?" I ask my wife, looking around to see where the noise came from, but she is already standing up and taking off a wig, throwing down our son onto the floor. My daughter sighs and says, in an uncharacteristically deep voice, "finally" before going out for a smoke. My son is a prop doll. My whole life was a skit. I look into my hands and weep. Pretty good album.

More like "Whiff o' whiffout poo" amirite, more like, "Where the sheets have no stains" right?* *these are the only two good songs on the album actually, the rest is sadly boring and performed by cunts.

Wildly interesting and very complex. I do like a bit of Drum and Bjass. Njot bjad

I'm getting whiffs of Modest Mouse. I'm getting hints of Sonic Youth. I'm getting an urge to listen to those bands instead. But mostly I'm just getting bored.

It's Queen's most Led Zeppelin-pilled album, so the easiest 5 I'll ever give. And if that ain't one of the GOAT blunt rotations. Just put down the pipe when Ogre Battle starts. Fastest way into a deep K hole known to man

I had the exact opposite experience listening to this album as I did with Violater - it gets rapidly worse with repeated listens. The pacing on some of these songs is slow as a wake, but not on purpose. Strangelove shouldn't be THIS much better than the rest of the album. And, conversely, I Want You Now should be thrown into the sun. Perfectly balanced. Take my 2.5 rounded up and fuck off

I love the way he sings as if yelling from the other room. Or how he "hoyd it" through the grapevine. If things went a little differently in my life I could see CCR being my favourite band.

Shania Twain't

Lmao

Genuinely surprised by the scope of this album. "I know but I don't know" has riffs that wouldn't feel out of place on some Rush albums, and "Fade Away and Radiate" does a great impression of psychedelic rock. Kinda. Blondie is best at it's bounciest and brightest however. Sunday Girl, Heart if Glass, Will Anything Happen all slap. Keep it simple, stupid.

The "Diamonds" into "Call Me Al" combo needs to be nerfed, it's way too overpowered. Rest of the album has no such cause for alarm.

The lyrics "..this world may never change." being written in 1966 is just so funny to me. Little did you know, Fred. Nowadays it be like "wtf change it back". All except the music. Don't change that back.

No song gets to be 21 minutes without having earned it. Which means there can be only one 21 minute song and that's The Odyssey by Symphony X, obviously. "This is a bad", indeed. Understatement much.

Deepstate-underground-illuminati-nazi scientists have been studying this album since 1970 trying to harness it's supernatural amnesiac qualities. Yes, you read that right. 1970. This is the fifteenth time the album was released. It was just so potently forgettable on each previous iteration that everyone repeatedly forgot it existed - even the band.

It's not quite "Nevermind" but that's not saying anything at all. You may as well be comparing the heat of two separate suns, the beauty of two different mountain ranges. It's like comparing two Nirvana albums. Pointless. Just enjoy.

The gravelly voice. The honkytonky keys. The SHREDDING guitar. Even the harmonica has a wail of a good time here. LAWD HAVE MERCY. My new favourite colours are blue and black.

Back to back 1977, and back to back 10 outta 10 albums (this and Muddy Waters Hard Again). From Blues legend to Blue sky. Class.

These raps are giving Lin Manuel Miranda. I can see Lafayette in my mind. Mike was clearly ahead of the game. Weird.

You're listening to 99.8ADHD, the only radio station that wait your oven is still running. Coming up, the absolute highest highs and truly the lowest lows - Thirsty will make you feel ten years younger, and Water will rip those years right away again. This album is unreviewable. It's an anomaly. It's fuckin good shit, except when it's dogwater.

The m in \m/ stands for Metallica.

As a pedant, I must say that "Do Re Mi" doesn't work if you sing it that way. Also "empty" and "gone" aren't colours. What's wrong Dusty, you ran out of stereotypes? Maybe I just wasn't enjoying myself enough to get over the niggles. Or maybe I don't respect the youth.

Everyone's already made the Coldplay comparison, rightfully so. How do they hold up to other aviary themed bands? Eagles? One sided. Byrds?? Not a fair fight. Pigeon Detectives??? Close but still nah. Doves are the shittiest birds, confirmed here.

This is a man with the fingers of an angel. For as long as I've known bandoneon exist I've wanted to be his bandoneon. The way he makes it sing. That could be me. I would wail so good. Ahem. This album had me feeling stuff. Didn't expect to be enjoying this today. So thanks for that, Astor.

"Love is like a stove. It burns you when it's hot." Lord protect this man from the things I want to say.

The album title doesn't fuck about. There is exactly one main character track on this album, and it's name rhymes with "Schmayla". The rest is a looooooooong bluesy rock n roll jaunt. Solid, mostly, with some stinkers. But boy, Layla alone raises the score a point and a half

Good voice, dull songs. I do love that they leave in all the nitty gritty. That's fun.

What a slog. Grandad always said never trust a man with two first names.

Very ambient and swoopy, most prominent in Performance, with its sad sweeping Hans Zimmer style strings. Unlike Hans Zimmer, they don't have the oomph, zip or pep to bring it all home. Just airy sadness.

Mamma Mia. First time with the album, and it is striking how weird it all is, from front to beautiful back. Bohemian Rhapsody might not be the strangest song on the album - it fits right in, snuggled neatly in its place. God Save the Queen. They're our finest export, bar none.

Had a good time, wasn't blown away. Maybe expectations were too high. Oh well. I'll stop, I've had enough.

I could never be a goth. I don't know what he did to me in a past life, but these vocals put my hackles on edge and send me to sleep all at once. Such a deal breaker for me.

No thanks, cha cha cha. Fuck that, cha cha cha.

I woke up this morning in a good mood and with no trace of hangover. Thank god for Pere Ubu to make things right again. Here is a retelling of what definitely actually happened: Pere steps back to admire his completed album, one hand on his chin. "Something's missing.." he muses. Then, inspiration! He unzips. "Perhaps some hot piss! Yes, that's what's missing" he crackles to himself. "I'm so fucking smart"

Steely Don, New Recipe! All the gas, a fraction of the sugar.

Iconic? Definitely. Boring? Sure is. And it just goes on and on and on. Cut like, 10 tracks out it still gets the same score.

Damn that's pretty funky. Very chill vibes. For some reason I really feel this would be a perfect record to go alongside a nice bath. Anyone says "Papa was a Rolling Stone" isn't too long has lost they damn mind however.

It's like a punk album in slow motion. Really started to grow on me. Nothing Compares 2 "Nothing Compares 2 U" tho.

This is outrageous.

Bouncy, peppy, ska-y fun. Rough around the edges. Considering the band name effectively means "Cokey's Nighttime Smugglers" I'm gonna let them off with less polish. Wish it had "Come on Eileen" tho

This album fucks so hard it's not even fair. It's so dank, hobbits want to smoke it. It's so good, their Greatest Hits is just this album played twice.

Cringe and shite. More please.

Look. I'm human. You're human. We're all a little gay for Gaye. And that's okay. What's not okay is singing about paying alimony. C'mon Marvin. Stop being a sad sack. I hate to see you like this. One bonus point to the trumpet player on Sparrow. Dude can really chirp.

Probably definitely how it feels to contract some form of aural schizophrenia.

Incredibly weird and weirdly incredible. I love a bit of Bush.

Been trying to put my finger on why I could never give Smash Pizkit a 5 and I've got it. It's the voice. Billy is always either drop dead boring, or sounds like he's squeezing out a big angsty poo. Bet you're not smiling politely now. Them drums do go hard as nails however.

The Spiders have all flown back to Mars and Ziggy is dead. This album is just Bowie and his mortality. I hate it for making me feel old, but I can't deny the timeless charm of the man.

A love letter to ADHD.

Maybe my orgones are all aligned correctly, or maybe I just fucking love space and titties. This ticks all my boxes.

Why use many drums when few do trick

Not every dong is a 10 outta 10 but the sum of its widdly woodly parts is one bitchin record.

Love the band name. Love the cover. Love the energy here. This is my jam, onichan

Is this finally a good Dylan album? Is this the infamous electric departure of his? How about none of the above?? Nothing of particular note here. It's totally fine and doesn't sound anything like Bob D (this is a good thing).

Very brave to put "Little Girl" so early on. I almost didn't make it any further. I would bet I'm not alone in that aspect. If I HAD turned it off I would have missed out on such hits as the SECOND version of Little Girl - this time con espana! Mierda !

To namedrop a 2007 masterpiece - this album had me like "Are We Done Yet?" Embarrassing.

I hope I age as gracefully as this record. This is like the ultimate dad rock and I love it. Maybe I love it too much... gotta check with my exes, make sure there isn't a mini me out there somewhere.

Oh come on Ella, you know you can't do that. Maybe the roaring 50s were a lawless place but nobody has 3+ hours in this economy. The worst part is that it all rocks.

Like Massive Attack with zero tact. Or soul. Or self-awareness. Aim higher, boys.

Guess I'll never judge a goth by it's cover again - this album has some bangers on it. I was expecting a deep depression to sink in. I instead got a deep depression to sink in, and some sweet summer tracks for my riding playlist (Closedown, Lullaby and Fascination Street).

A droning cacophony of lukewarm piss and sludge. Boring as hell.

Fantastic midlife crisis soundtrack. Some absolute bangers rubbing shoulders with some leery creepy ballads. Dirty old bastards. Love it.

Am I a grown up? This album just seems to annoy me now. Under the Bridge gets two points alone however.

Second 1991 album in a row (after Blood Sugar Sex Magick) and second midfest in a row too. On my birth year of all things. Yawn. Also, two Massive Attack albums Jeremy? You must be insane.

The kind of album that's nobody's favourite, but sits in a peripheral "good stuff" area. Like Stereophonics. Or the colour yellow. 90 minutes tho? Never trust a man with two first names.

Third 91 album this week and finally some good fuckin food. The flow is FIRE. Chill x infinity. The record has that jenousai quoi. Fuck you I don't know French.

This is a fuckin cool album. This album smokes cigarettes and wears leather pants and calls it's mum once a day. This album is stone cold cool as fuck. Swoon.

Went in with zero expectations, came out having enjoyed myself but now I think about it I can't remember a single song. Just vague memories of swoopy sounding verses and Beatles-esque singing.

These guys can taste the snozzberries. They've caught the dragon. The Pink Elephant goes to these guys for his hookups. You think a simple 1 to 5 number scale would work for an album like this? They're so beyond numbers they CAN even.

Yawn. I've no nostalgia at all for this. There's brighter, wetter, sexier 80s albums out there, what is this doing on the list??

Whimsical, with a big W. I just.. It's funny to me. How this album, a soundtrack full of penny whistle swoops and power tools and all kinds of goofy silly imagery was someone's White Whale. That's a golden skit - Paggliachi the Clown, unable to put pen to paper due to anxiety, but when he finally does it's the silliest shit you've ever heard. He honks his nose and the world looks on in amazement, a slow clap erupts, flowers thrown onstage, curtain drop. I get the importance and it really is beautiful, but it's definitely very funny in a way.

Never gave Moby a second thought before today. I get it now. This album fucks.

I'm blown away. 1969? Why did we keep making music after this? How did they have this fully formed ready to go as a debut? Why is Moonchild just another version of The Nightman Cometh?? Its not perfect but it's fuckin cool as hell and I had a whale of a time. Long live the Crimson King.

This hits the spot so sweet, and I'm not sure why. It's accessible, like a femme foo fighters, but it kicks like the sex pistols at times. Grrl Power

Toe-tappin wide-brim-hattin vibrant Latin tunes. This isn't Mexican restaurant music. This is ADVANCED Mexican Restaurant Music !!

That's cool or whatever man. You do you.

Can't think of a worse album on a hangover. Whiny and relentless.

After three plus listens I'm finding it difficult to identify anything I don't like about this album, especially that name and cover. That's the 2025 equivalent of a band releasing the album "Saddam's Bunker Busters" it's just so damn American. Good shit, Count Basie.

It's funky and it rocks. I've heard better but could do worse.

As far as floaty marshmallow princess indie goes this is exactly middle of the road. Not quirky enough to be Regina Spektor, not heavy enough to be St Vincent. I remember enjoying myself, but I can't remember a single song. Lyrics to Clown go hard tho.

My first gig. Little 12 year old me, with stars in his eyes. Lostprophets were opening for them. Those guys would've loved me back then. But this is not about that. Never, in my twelve long years of life, had an artist struck me like Linkin Park. In The End will give anyone a nostalgic kick up the arse, and to me it was the coolest shit in the world. It still is, frankly. 12 year old me was so right.

What is a Best Of album doing on here? How is that fair? What do you mean it isn't ??! Mr Loaf, can I call you Meat? You made the single best driving album of all time. Thank you for that. You were still a bit of a cunt.

Solid record, good vibes, all despite the folksy country leanings. And you can't say he outstays his welcome. The albums over before it really starts.

Modest Mouse vibes with manic pixie nonsense and discordant warbling added for extra effect. Not for me thanks.

When the fiddles get a-fiddlin and her voice goes a-soaring it gets right up my alley. Reminds me very much of my friends old folksy band, and I'm very thankful for the memories. As the tapir said to the elephant: it's a bit bloody long isn't it?

This was meant to be enjoyed caught in a mosh, in a cacaphony of flying hair, sweat and teeth - not on a dawnlit commute into work. I prefer my metal to have more hairspray and leather but game recognises game. This fuckin shreds.

Definitely feels like I'm visiting ska Mecca. Thank Christ Rudy was such a fuck up they had to write this belter of an opening track.

Black Cow is simply the best song about Pilk you're gonna hear, and that's a fact. Another fact, this album has been played so much by me before now it's impossible to rate with fresh ears. Steely Summer every summer.

The flow is sick and the clarity is on point. Just a shame this man has nothing nice to say. Rude.

Sopping wet emo wankery. Nah cheers.

"I'm so goddamn horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me" Tom Waits is an absolute class act and this album is like lightning in a bottle, only quicker. This is an album of monologues with a light jazz accompaniment, i.e. my kinda shi.

We need more of this! Even the sad songs are chipper and bright. Unexpected little gem.

This could have been released in 1977 or 2007 and it's sending me. It's like a best of Rolling Stones, Libertines, Talking Heads, all in one neat debut record. "This band is your favourite band's favourite band" kinda shit.

Holy quintessential 80s batman. Talk about "best in show", how about "best of a decade" ?? I'm gonna add over half these songs to my driving playlist now and you can't stop me.

How do I put this. If this album were a soup, it would have all the tang and zest, but somehow, somebody forgot the meat. There's no substance, it's just wobbly synths and floaty "singing".

When I was in secondary school there was this house party. My mate Mike (he went by Myk at that time - same pronunciation, edgier spelling) was with Rachel, and her bestie Lucy was having a party for her birthday so we were all invited. Like any typical 17 year-old lad I was wankered in no time at all. The night was, rightfully, a hazy blur. Some things I do remember: I loudly announced my recent ex-girlfriend at the time had cheated on me. I told the birthday girl to "shut up and fuck off". But most importantly, there was Cat. Nobody knew his real name (or maybe I just prefer the mystery) but we all knew Cat. He had glam metal hair, smokey eyes and he played the guitar like it was an extension of his own body. His favourite band was T-Rex. I don't know how it happened, and he's well out of my league, but I snogged Kat for a grand four seconds before pulling away confused and ashamed. I'm sure I remember him saying "woah" after I broke the connection but I was too busy finding something, anything else to distract myself and forget what we'd done. Well, I still remember even today. I'm decidedly not gay and am happily married to my wife of six years. But those soft lips have me wondering "what if". Er. Albums good.

Of the many Bowie records I've generated so far, this one has the most Goblin King energy of them all by a factor of about 100. The more I hear, the more I'm convinced this is no mere record, but a prophetic rite of some sort. He will rise again. Just believe.

Boring Yank bootleg Beatles that don't know the meaning of brevity. Every song dragged on for hours. I was quite excited for this one too. What a let down.

One hell of a song. So good they recorded it ten times and called it an album! I kid. Kind of. Simple is just better sometimes.

We have Sergeant Peppers at home

I don't get it. I haven't heard of any of these songs. Why is it so bloody good? Beautiful melodies, gorgeous harmonies, heavy intent. Who knew the Beach Boys fucked?

Please rise for the Canadian national anthem. And.. stay there for 20 minutes. Some of the later tracks are hot or miss but it don't matter because the title track is 2112 outta ten. Space opera prog sensation??? Yes fucking please

This album is angry, aggressive and abrasive, from the lyrics and themes to even the production and the shrill, piercing instrumentation. As a white male I feel unsafe and unwelcome. So, uh. mission accomplished I guess. The songs where it's some dudes cosplaying as big dick murderers, ain't it pal.

Smells like brit landfill rock and tastes so sweet. Kaiser Chiefs could never. Kasabian can suck it. Hoosiers who? This shit came out in the 70s and that is blowing my nut off. Awesome.

Maaaan, fuck you for growing on me. Chunky punky scruggly sounds. Like a drunk and loose Dead Kennedys but British. Some songs still annoy the piss out of me tho.

Oh man, The Cure never disappoint! I went in expecting boring goth crap, and they delivered!! Nice.

Second Joni record, and second time being pleasantly surprised. This ones got the toe-tappin happy slappin vibes to it that get em goin wild. Not all great, but when it's great it's something special.

Funeral is better but this is still dead good. Simple as.

We had N.W.A., now how about N.W.a sense of humour? This shits groovy and goofy in equal measure, and the sampling is sublime. Enjoyed it more than I expected to, frankly.

Old people talking vs Hazy shade of winter is the original Coughing Baby vs Hydrogen Bomb. It gives the album one hell of a split personality feel.

Patch Notes The one-two punch of Sir Duke / I Wish is nerfed. It was too broken. Coolio and Will Smith were removed from admin status. That one song with Wii Menu Music mistakenly used as backing was fixed. Isn't She Lovely has been duplicated in place of all the filler tracks. Now it appears 6 or so times on the album. Seriously, when it's great it's incredible, but anyone can see this album is too long. Save some for the nineteenth, Stevie!

When he said "plus TUBULAR BELLS" I started pumping my fists, crying and shitting all at once. My body couldn't handle it.

40 tracks?! Fuck off. I'm raring albums, not odysseys. Cut down to ten? That's better. You can see a through line from "Help!" era Beatles, straight to the Sex Pistols and on toward Franz Ferdinand, and it all goes through this. That's good, I guess. But I won't be adding any songs to my playlist. So that's bad.

It's just a mocktail Phil Collins. Lionel Ritchie, sans the Lion. Where's the oomph? Where is the sledgehammer??? This is more like a squeaky mallet.

Never trust a ginger. Found myself enjoying this album somewhat, despite repetition and somber vibes. But the best track is the hootenanny piano nonsense.

Somehow both terribly dated and never more relevant than today. Fight for your right to fight, boyyyyyyy

This whole album was pure gourmet. No simple grilled cheese, each track had layers of complexity and spice running through to the finish, the flavours mingling and evolving right there in your mouth. Jeff really cooked here. This album is a perfect curry, the spices and herbs each adding their own weight but the rich gravy that is his voice carrying the whole affair on its back. I suppose Hallelujah is the naan then. I've said Grace, now let's dig in.

This message is important for someone, but not for me. And the delivery leaves something to be desired.

Call me a contrarian, but I think flaming tits are cool. The album is pretty sweet too.

Fun that you can trace through Beatles to Pulp entirely through this album. What's not fun is how much the album drags on. 10 minute Fools Gold? Come off it mate.

Holyyyyy. The vibes be immaculate here. Gimme more strings. More moody. More choir. Gimme Hero. Nah, turn down the sombre and crank up the guitar, and do it again. Now do like a Jimi Hendrix thing but like, use piano and shit. Nice. Niceeee.

O mein got, du hast uberfokkenkillenmelten meine ears, dude. Nicht so gut. Nein out of ten.

Cheesy like a stinkin bishop and twice as funky. It's like a "Where's Wally" of samples too - Free Bird, Hooked on a Feeling, and no doubt a ton more I missed. Its just so damn dated.

Well pull up my britches and get my red white n blue ready, it's karaoke time. Easy top ten singalong tune there. Also Vincent reminds me of my grandma, so thanks for that.

Energy for days and a growling shout that rumbles me on the inside oh so right. Iconic, sure, but very samey. That's blues I guess.

What the. Why are my ears wet??

I can't imagine in what world this is "essential". Despite what everyone tackling this list thinks, Britain in the 80s did actually have something good to give the world, musically. This is just chaotic, silly and lacks clear direction. Much like Britain today, actually.

Every song takes way too long to make a point, and any glimmer of enjoyment gets choked out by the drones. Gods, the drones. I don't have the patience for this shit, not today. I'm sorry spacemen, I just need some space, man.

I was ready to write this off, til I read the lyrics to Jellyfish. They are ADORABLE, what a sweetie pie. Go read those lyrics before you rate this album. I guarantee it's worth your while.

Album is the epitome of "too weird to live; too beautiful to die". Lazarus and Dollar Days make me want to weep and weep and weep, whereas the rest of the album is a saxophonical cacophony of echoes and warbling. ★ out of ten for the man and the legacy. (and a high 7 for this album)

Look, I love Meg and Jack, but this is not essential listening. Not even close. The piano adds just a lil extra where needed, Jack's nasal voice is the voice of a generation and those understated drums tie the place together. Good, not great.

Whiny vocals, zero standout tracks, gritty electronic drums running the whole time. Of the sixty or so Radiohead albums on this list (I can only assume), this is the first one you line up for me? I've heard worse, but man.

It's all very nice and harmonious and all that. It's just so bloody clean. I want that dirty Parton, that flogging Molly Parton. Its fine for what it is tho.

Essential? Yeah, probably. Great listening? Far from it. What's going on Marv? This album drags.

The kind of album that spoils the Stones for you. It's really good. Gimme Shelter might be best in show when it comes to songs in general, and everything after (except Honky Tonk) slaps. You can cream on me.

This kind of slaps? It's missing a good hook or chorus to really sell the whole thing. Tracy Chapman knows what I mean. That said, there isn't a bad track on this album. And the Steely Dan similarities can't be wrong. Steely Madam? Steely Damsel?

"Jack of all trades; Master of none" feels apt here, not least because the album starts with this freak jacking it like an animal. Pick a fuckin lane Barry, jesus christ.

This has been a gem and a pleasure. My faves are the flowless, purposefully mid raps about losing wallets and shi. One of the besr hiphop albums of it's era, easy.

Here it is officer. Here's the fucker that's bringing down the brit average. Nick him lads. I'll quote my ex-wife. Too vapid, too British, and so long it almost hurts. Glad to see it gone.

What an absolute class act. ​ ​"Don't beat yer woman" he says, then proceeds to pummel every woman in the club senseless with his whisky voice. ​ ​"I like to play a little" he mutters, as he begins to shred the everloving fuck out of the guitar. ​ ​Maybe the best blues album I'll ever hear, and there's nothing in particular about it that's special, except for the King of course.

The only words you need to review a Yes album are "Yes", "more" and "please".

First off, you should be tried at the highest court for putting Santana on your opener and letting us think the rest of the album would follow the same quality. Despicable. Second, all the best blues was written 40 years before this album, and some of it was by this very guy. The Healer doesn't bring anything especially exciting to the table. It's just fine.

Zero replayability here - I can't replay the thing if I can't even make it through one full listen. What kind of band releases a 42 track album? That's heathen activity, downright despicable. The worst part though? I didn't hate it. They're giving it their all here. This is real Country, God's Country, just the way baby Jesus wanted. Maybe I'm in a good mood, or maybe it's just Thanksgiving. These Honkies can tonk.

Uninteresting. Uninspiring. Unessential.

Even slower than previous CCR I've been handed, and it doesn't pick up til halfway. Lot of twiddling and faffing in this one too (and choogling, I guess). Cool as ever

Holy hell, can she wail. She's got pipes for weeks. Yass queen. The front and foremost presence here is that stellar voice and there's no forgetting it. Vocals sounding like a brandy on the rocks. And this rocks.

I HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. Something about my body is repulsed by this voice. Nails to blackboard, drill in my teeth type shit. If you're gonna do a spoken word thing then just do that, commit to something for fucks sake, this noncommital half arsed sludge singing is doing my nut in.

I almost drove off the road it was that dull. I'm forcing myself to give it a second listen. Huh. What an odd glow-up. Wasn't expecting a long day of work to change how music sounds but here we are. I get it now? This is no "Pump Up The Jam". This is "Closing Time". Still not a fan, but I get it. Also found it hilarious that their wiki says their shows were plagued with fights and riots. Imagining a bunch of goths getting riled up to the musical equivalent of porridge just tickles me.

Like REM at 1.5x speed. And 0.75x quality. And 10 tracks too many.

Love, defiance, despair, heartbreak. All these have at least one thing in common: passion. And this album is all passion. I'm kinda blown away how well everything works, knowing how the album came about. Each track is gorgeous in it's own way, but together the whole thing is mesmerising. MY NAME IS PEACHES

Easily the weirdest Bowie record of the ones churned out by this book for me so far. The title track slaps hard, and the power with which he belts out some of these vocals is unparalleled. Weird but gold. As always, I hear Bowie so that's an easy 5 waitwhat? 3 tracks, 15+ minutes of Bowieless ambient noise?? The fuck??

Talentless, more like. Eh, when it's good its real good. But it's mostly droning nonsense.

Stevie albums are a sliding scale from funk virtuoso to sickly sweet karaoke goober. Despite Superstitious, this album errs off course in the wrong direction. Although, when he says we can conquer the world, I believe him. Love that part.

This slaps and I've never heard of it before. Just what this website is good for. The songs are missing some sort of hit factor or hook, but I did listen to this album all weekend and it reminds me of some of my absolute favourite artists.

Just annoying. This hype man shit over the top of "Killing Me Softly" is stale and weak. I won't speak to the rhymes but the beats were boring and the flow seemed so-so. Mask was a fun introspection but the rest of the album just goes for the same pissing contest that Mask went against. Gangsta shit with women involved.

Hits the ground running and is at its best when going full balls on the wall. However, by the time we're finishing Spit it Out they're out of tricks. All the record scratches and warbled synths in the world won't fix a medium metal album. Those drums tho. They're worth the admission price alone.

Best thing you can do with this album is point at your ginger mates penis and belt out the chorus of "Sex on Fire". Always funny. 11 / 10 banter. 6 / 10 album

Why do some of these backing tracks sound like the bonus levels from a Sonic game type shit. Frenetic and way too sugary for my liking.

Imagine my disappointment learning it's actually from Britain. Not bad by any means, but essential?? Hardly.

This album pisses me off. Thom went and warbled some ghost vocals and dicked around with a drum machine and made it sound half good, and so every Tom Dick and Harry reckons they can "make it" too. Most of which made it onto this very website. Imagine being a Radiohead wannabe. Who wants to be those pricks?

Very little here floats my boat. And "Here He Comes" is about 7 minutes too long. I'm glad my dad introduced me to Queen and not this boring crap.

These slo mo vibes are very 90s nostalgic. That's the good. It just never gets to a climax of any sort. Always pissing about, Dido-ing all over the place. Joni Mitchell, this lass is not.

The man seemingly has two volumes - drunken yelling, or breathless warbling. Neither are up my alley. This album feels like it's three hours long.

Front to back this record slaps, bangs, thrashes and fucks. \m/etallica

Wonderfully bizarre, cheekily fun, and incredibly well sung. Not my usual cup of tea, but pretty good stuff for an auld kraut

Goodness gracious the man is playing like his taxi is running outside. His band even loses track of him in the first song. Should have left this one in the studio .

So-called "free thinkers" when listening to Coldplay - "this is bad" Me, an enlightened guru of taste - "this isn't bad actually" Very easy to hate on Coldplay, so I challenged myself to listen with impartial ears. Kinda liked it. The molasses-slow pace works in the albums favour, so that songs like "God put a..." have a touch of pep in their step.

If anyone gave up before the Big Band Jazz Country Craziness then you only have yourself to blame, that shit kinda slapped. The rest, however, did not.

Absolutely zero wow factor and yet I still had a nice time. Miserable cunt.

A band I'd never heard of with a sound like lashings of Cream and a dollop of the Doors - and it all came out before these two bands made it big??! What a treat. If it weren't for the needless wankery of the final track I'd be in love. Is that a squeaky drum pedal in the solo at 17 minutes in???

Lovely vibes that made me feel nostalgic for a time I wasn't around for (was born the year after this came out). Nothing about it jumps out. I just think it's neat.

It was around "Halfsharkalligator-Half-man" where I began to suspect this man is not a real doctor. Absurd. Flow comes and goes but this goofy ass album is here for good.

My last album was a slog about an extraterrestrial time travelling murderous gynecologist. I feel SAULT have somehow made something even less subtle here. Loving the nod to songhoy blues. There's some love put into this craftwork. I wonder if this album fixed racism. *checks the news* Ah. Christ.

Was always told never to put Q-tips in my ear, but this was a blast. What else have I been "protected" from? I think I'll stare at the sun next. A high 4 from me.

This record shreds and rips and leaves little behind. I enjoy the pageantry of Raining Blood over the brutality of most of the rest. It lets the song breathe so that when it kicks it leaves an exit wound. \m/

Why they start with vocals then leave me hanging for the rest? Steely Dan without the Dan

Not sure why I'm surprised I enjoyed this so much. I love me some grunge and this is a fuckin good grunge album. Simple as. Man, she can really wail.

Whole album is giving "Honky Tonk Blues" from Rolling Stones Let it Bleed. This might be a compliment from most, but from me it absolutely is not. I'm not saying the album would be better as an instrumental but.. like, are these the best takes???

Even the wiki article simply says "this album sure does exist alright". Essential, my left foot. This is plain as shit.

You, an intellectual : mmm yes jazz. Me, a guy : why are they playing different songs. Do they not like each other??? Very good background music.

You could have told me this was Radiohead and I wouldn't bat an eye - man who knows dick about Radiohead.

This album could survive a nuclear bomb, that's how safe it is. Musical equivalent of sorting your colours and your whites. -100 points for giving "people whose favourite game is FIFA" plenty of ammo to sing at karaoke.

British twangly twee tosh. Does nothing for me at this point.

I like my Van the Man records with a bit more pep, a little less wet than this one. He's good, but he's done better!

Maybe a hot take, but I actually think this album is pretty good.

You're telling me this album came out one week after 9/11 and it has two towers depicted on it.. and that's the only interesting thing about it???

Well hot damn, this slaps. It's clean in a very rough way, like The Jam but with a kick up the arse.

I used to be chic. But then they changed what "chic" was. Now, what I'm with isn't chic, and what's "chic" seems weird and scary to me. Dated and overly long.

It's every 80s band you've heard of, at home. Thing is, I do like a bit of home cooking, and some of these tracks absolutely slap - see Dear God.

Pumpkin spice latte of country albums. Ya basic.

Every radiohead song blended together and slopped into a walkman would sound like this. It's John Radiohead. Can I have some other artists now please??

I love when drums sound like they were recorded inside a cave behind a waterfall. Very cool. Strong start, but doesn't quite stick the landing for me.

The full spectrum on show here: Drums are showcasing cocaine because you need laser focus to keep these sycophantic rhythms Guitars are on some sort of acid the way they go on these shaggy dog walks The rest of the instrumentalists must have been on some sort of methamphetamine as a treat And the singer is simply huffing his own farts. Fast and bulbous.

There's nothing overly showy about these songs and that's the whole point - solid raps, simple beats, quick wordplay. It won't get you hosting British Bakeoff 30 years down the line, but it'll do.

Starts with what I can only describe as a game show theme song???? Then proceeds into non-stop wankery. This report just in - this is boring.

Hits the ground sprinting at a toe-tapping frenetic pace. Very catchy shit. Loses momentum halfway but mostly sticks the landing. I didn't have high hopes, happy to be wrong!

Before even listening I have my doubts. A band with a name as cool as "Flamin Groovies" can't possibly live up to their full potential. That is, unless they are a rock solid mish mash of Stones and Creedence with a pinch of Beatles. But what are the odds of that happening? ... Nice

Imagine wanting to be Oasis man. Even Oasis don't wannabe Oasis. Its fine.

This week I learned about the genre "goblincore". It involves floaty vocals, acoustic melodies and breathless indie folk nonsense. I'm frankly disappointed, there's no way something called "goblincore" should be so boring, but here we are. Why would I tell you all this? I blame Arcade Fire for my disappointment. This album should have been Funeral.

I don't know why this one irks me so much. It's like good Clash, but maybe it's that wobbly fucking voice. The songs are catchy and peppy. It's just lacking something. Most of all, I hate how much I like it.

Soft Machines third movement (like bowel) is all fluff with no guff. The "jazzy bits" are all lovely and that, but it takes so bleedin long to get to the point that I no longer care. Not in the mood, good day to you.

Technically brilliant, with the widdly and the noodly. Tonally approachable, sounding like a Snow Patrol or a Travis. Together at once is something I didn't know I needed to hear, but I'm very glad I did.

Exceptionally forgettable background music. I would challenge myself to focus on one instrument at a time, and 30 minutes later I realised I hadn't listened to any of them. This happened several times.

We could have stopped making music in 1977 and been happy with our lot. This has enough hit power for a thousand bands. Simply front to back good ass music.

So let's make this clear. Digital Underground are (purportedly) endorsed by: the entirety of America, and also Cleveland; the whole continent of Africa, and also Zimbabwe; Australia, Japan and the Philippines. Did I get that right? This album is a mess in the most 90s way possible. What other decade are you gonna hear bars from a pufferfish??? Utterly heinous and I'm so glad I tuned in.

The existence of an electric jug explains why we don't hear acoustic jugs in pop music anymore. Loved this the first time round, after watching True Detective S1, and loved it again here and now. Reverberations, Kingdom of Heaven and You're Gonna Miss Me were already in my playlist, in fact.

I guess it earned its spot on this list by being the most forgettable album in the world. I vaguely remember enjoying myself, but not much more than that.

I once went for a free gig at an underground venue where I would volunteer sometimes, pulling pints and that shite. The band, an electronica threesome, took to the stage and began their speil: "Some eyes see the truth" He paused for well over 30 seconds. Someone coughed. "some eyes see under..." He pulled away from the mic to breathe in. Quick as a goth on a roller coaster he pressed his lips firmly against the mic and grunt-bellowed "ZOMBIE EYESSSSSSSS" before the band started playing something like track 5 off this album. All that to say, Throbbing Gristle have irreparably damaged this planet. The root cause of 9 / 11 was this album. Probably.

Kinda like early Queen, without any of the rediculous talent, or Freddie Mercury, or creativity.... So, not really like them at all. Just What I Needed gets a point and a half alone however, what a bop.

I have not been living under a rock for fifteen years, meaning I'm already completely sick to death of these songs. Shake It Off has gotta be the song of the year however. She's got some pipes, hope she does well.

An overly-compressed jpg in album form. I'm sure there was something crystalline in there before but now it's garbled shite. Being a live album did absolutely nothing for this record either.

Nasally-ass voice almost ruins it but thank god for the upbeat ska and funk to bring me back off the ledge. Goon Squad is a belter and a very funny title in 2026. Side note : It would seem this is the only Elvis that has made a difference in the world of music, if you take my 456 albums I've already listened to as your only evidence.

Fast, loose and free summer vibes, like Massive Attack with balls. Perfect soundtrack for when you're riding to work three hours late the day after you were told you're gonna be laid off. Don't ask me how I know that.

There's something missing here. It's just so disjointed at times. Fatboy Slim were able to find the missing ingredient with their remixes, and it wasn't additional sitars. Speaking of, can we not peg people as racist because they don't like the twang of a sitar?? Pick your battles dude, this ain't it.

Funny, just last week I reviewed something as "Massive Attack but with balls". And now this. Fun, cool vibes and some songs an absolute bop. Bit long tho.

Pretty hard to understate the level of hype and buzz around Winehouse in early 2000s UK. She could really wail - she had pipes for days. Helluva voice. This whole album ooozes cool. It's sad to think what could have been, but at least we have this record. Back to back bangers.

Fun, catchy, boss. I don't know why I never listened to any Springsteen before now, this is solid.

Imagine wanting to be Oasis man. Even Oasis don't wannabe Oasis. Its fine. (copied verbatim since we've BEEN HERE ALREADY)

I mean, I guess that is punk. Punk doesn't mean enjoyable, man. Sex Pistols-ey but boring init.

I'm a huge Nine Inch Nails fan, but Hurt belongs to Johnny Cash now. He owned his cover, made his mark on it and forever claimed it. Ray Charles here did just that, and to a whole double album of songs too. That's novel as hell and I respect it. It didn't need to slap so hard with the big band jazz either, that's just a lil extra as a treat.

I'ma be honest with you Fela. You may be a Kuti patootie but everything that comes after "Zombie" isn't the best. That title track tho. Hot dayumn. I could jam to that all day, all night.

Almost as good as Aja. Had a great time. I am gonna be a dad soon, better get ready !

Not bad. Not particularly noteworthy. It's not anything really. I can't imagine feeling strongly about this album in either which way. "Til the end of the day" was good enough to add to my daily playlist.

This is what this website is for. Certainly this album is not as upbeat as previous Songhoy Blues I've had generated. But then why should it be? It's a man at the end of his life, and yet it still sounds more like a celebration than a mourning. I can only hope my own last offerings are as warm and vibrant.

Dripping with cheese and hairspray. If we can have popcorn blockbusters then why not popcorn metal?? This fucks, front to back. If you like this, check out Ninja Sex Party and Bang Camaro.

Tom & Jerry music set in Middle Earth, as delivered by Tara Strong??? Way overstays it's welcome. It's a bit much man.

Kendrick le nah. Just kidding. Kinda liked this. Chill funky vibes. Decent flow. Apparently the lyrics are rough, but if you aren't paying attention it's pretty good.

Exceptionally loosey goosey and almost improvisationary. I like my funk cleaner, like Maggot Brain, I have learned, but when this is good it's fuckin divine.

It's a greatest hits album and it's what, 20 minutes long??? That's not punk bro, that's just sad. Yeah sure it slaps, but it's also cheating. Take this 4 and fuck off.

Not all that glitters is gold, and not everything by these scouse twats is a ten outta ten. Eleanor Rigby is tho.

Pull up a wench and knock back a flagon of ale, traveller. Tomorrow we walk into Mordor, but tonight, let's watch the sitar bards and smoke pipeweed with the wizards.

Kind of an empty Talking Heads with synths. Not particularly special, and so long.

Neutered Nine Inch Nails??? It's a not-so-pretty hate machine. Spent Reznor. I've got more if you like.

Steely Dan in slow motion. Completely washes off. Relaxing, like ocean waves.

I wish someone would've stopped you. This being a live album does absolutely nothing for it. Caravan is in my daily playlist in fact, and it's not the version that has Van the Man warbling out every name of every band member halfway through it.

If I wanted 80s/90s techno I'd boot up Sonic the Hedgehog. At least I'd have some fun along the way. This album took for-fuckin-ever to make no point at all. At least put a donk on it mate.

Opening with "She's Fresh" had me worried this album was a one-note wonder. I could not have been less prepared for the journey ahead. A rad PSA rap about sharing? Check. Robot song that lasts forever? Double check. The love song about Stevie Wonder? Brilliantly funny. Don't shoot the messenger - this message is a fun one.

The fuck are we doing as a society??? When did we start segregating big band and rock groups?! No more I say This is giving Tom Jones meets Cream or Hendrix and it's honestly fucking great. Every toe-tapping track (barring FFG) brought something new to the table and I listened on repeat all day.

Look, most of the tracks are < 2 minutes long. That's all I have to say about that.

I'll bet the MTV execs were fellating one another with how lucky they got here. Not just Nirvana's (arguably) best album, but they get to slap their name on the front of it?? Man Who Sold The World goes up there with Johnny Cash's Hurt and Hendrix's All Along the Watchtower in the pantheon of "songs that belong to the cover artist now". And it might not even be the best track on the album. They're not all bangers, believe me, but it comes together in such a chill vibe. It's acoustic lightning in a bottle. They even got Dave Grohl to chill the fuck out, come on man.

This album is like Steely Dan in drag. Very nice stuff. Here's a little homework for you. I searched "Joni Mitchell negro affectations" to figure out what those lyrics meant in "The Boho Dance" and came across a staggering wiki article on Joni Mitchell's use of blackface? It all seemingly started as a pun on her muse being her "Art" who, it turns out, is an imaginary black man who dresses like a pimp. She even "jokingly" referred to Muhammad Ali as a "jive-ass nigger". Joni, no. It's quite a wild read ✊🏿

Like radiohead, but boring. Or like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but boring. Maybe like oasis but boring?

Well fiddle di dee and slap my knee. What a lovely album. Shame that they seemingly forgot how to end it. 10 tracks too many.

The Grand Tour is a country album by George Jones. It was released in 1974. It is a country album. It includes the following instruments: guitar, drums, pedal steel, etc.

Mr Wobble, your album is a fucking mess. It's got some proper lush riffs and 80s vibes, like real Duran Duran at times. At its worst it feels like an Indian paralysis demon, and I don't know if that is racist or not.

It's this close to greatness. "It's a sin", "Shopping", "Hit Music" all scratch some itch, and they'd be some of the 80s best, if it weren't for Duran Duran, or Aha, or Wham, or ABBA or Depeche Mode or.........

Like if the Beatles "Helter Skelter" got stretched to six songs, and then they all forgot how to play them properly.

Nick Cave impressionist makes the most boring album in existence. A sad day to be called Cal :(

A second Baaba Maal album? Surely there's other Senegalese guitarists who also play percussion and have successful musical careers worldwide?? Where's my fourteenth Beatles album??? Kidding. Keep on keeping on Baaba.

Exhausting. But fun. I do gotta applaud 91 cent (adjusted for inflation) - In Da Club likely has the best use of orchestral stabs we may ever get. "I love you like a fat kid loves cake" is an absolutely diabolical line.

Here we see Slipknot have almost entirely metamorphosised into emo metal. I do miss "People equal shit" Slipknot, but those drums still fuck. My metal head friend says Slipknot aren't real metal. Fuck you Aaron and fuck you an all. I like this shit.

This one tickled my wee British pickle in just the right way. It's shouty but measured, it's heavy but fun. It's Clash on Hives with some grungy garnish. Added the whole album to my regular playlist.

Honestly? Not avant garde enough. I can see who Trent Reznor copied his homework from.

Smokey backroom, two drink minimum, whisky and cigar type vibe.

I'm sick of Neil (stupid spelling BTW Neal is much better) and his timid fucking horse. Least crazy animal I've ever heard. Nearly bored to tears here. Make it stop.

Supertramp meets Elton John, played in slow motion as a joke. Quite enjoyed Runaway Man. Which is a shame, since that's not actually on this album, I'm now learning.

I had a miserable time with this one. And a long miserable time it was too. I wouldn't Bragg if I were you.

If you like Arcade Fire, but are sick of all those pesky crescendos, have I got the album for you!