Pixies obviously ripped off the third track on this (Lucretia My Reflection AKA a Pretentious Erection) for their Doolittle track Tame. I could picture the singer singing these songs in his bedroom wearing a cape while mashing the drum machine buttons. Turning around and hissing when he hears his parents calling him down for dinner. Baby, when I tell you I hated this one ya gotta believe me.
Moonshake is the kind of song that, if you’re listening on headphones and aren’t careful, you will find yourself dancing without abandon to in public. It will be hard to find an album with more invigorating drumming on this list.
One of the charms of this endeavor is to have never heard of an artist or record and to find something new to love. More often than not, out of 1001 albums, the discoveries tend to be of new things to hate. This is not one of those days.
They say that if you hit play at the right moment, this album syncs up perfectly with watching dog piss dry on cold cement. I am 10 albums behind because it took me seven days to listen to these two hours.
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One of the most important albums in my life. The Whistling Song is my song until the day I die.
This will either be my favorite album by list’s completion or my second favorite album. Either, or, it’s a good one.
Oh Yoko! may be the best song written by any Beatle but Lennon should have been brought up on charges for the lyrics to Jealous Guy.
My biggest thrill in the 1001 albums list so far is finding these fantastic Brazilian albums.
Moonshake is the kind of song that, if you’re listening on headphones and aren’t careful, you will find yourself dancing without abandon to in public. It will be hard to find an album with more invigorating drumming on this list.
Hey Barbara Broccoli, make BaBopByeYa the next James Bond theme song.
Unexpectedly overstays its welcome. This album has no business having almost every single song be over 5 minutes long.
An album I saw was generated and immediately thought would be forgettable. A band I had written off because of my sincere lack of interest in the indie groups they were associated with in the early 2000s. I loved this album and was immediately reminded of Au Revoir Simone and a happy version of Beach House. This I will revisit.
Duck for the Oyster songs like a Ween song. That was really my only takeaway from listening to this.
This was beautiful and made me feel very comfortable and relaxed. I especially loved I Couldn’t Believe it Was True and the closing instrumental Bandera. This gets a strong 4 stars from me. With a few more listens this would easily be 5 stars for me but alas we aren’t able to edit scores later on. So fuck it, you get 5 stars, Willie.
They say that if you hit play at the right moment, this album syncs up perfectly with watching dog piss dry on cold cement. I am 10 albums behind because it took me seven days to listen to these two hours.
I don’t always listen to albums multiple times when I get one generated that I’ve never heard. This one had my interest piqued enough to listen to it three times. It ends up overstaying its welcome a little bit and loses steam towards the end but I really loved the first side.
This album is not only exquisitely recorded; the circumstances are bound to give any listener chills for the entire duration. Interspersed with announcements for prisoners to report to other areas of the prison(I have to imagine some of those inmates ignored their message until the concert was over), the subject matter of the songs makes it shocking that this was allowed at a maximum security prison. As my dad said when I was a kid, “I would love to know that guy’s story” when someone howls in jubilation after the line “I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die”; you can’t help but wonder about some of these guy’s stories. Give My Love to Rose must have been a devastating song for some of these men to hear. Hearing songs about spitting in the warden’s face before being executed must have been exhilarating. And has anyone in the history of mankind had a bigger surprise than Glen Sherley? I don’t know if it resulted in unwanted attention from other prisoners but that must have been a truly unbelievable moment for him. I don’t know that the setting, content and quality of this album could ever be exceeded. But it’s certainly the best live album on this list and that I’ve ever heard.
God bless Dr. John for giving this album a 33 minute runtime. I love his set in the Last Waltz and I enjoyed him on Treme but unless I want to scare my wife I will never listen to this again.
Ask me if I’ve heard this album in a week and I will have no recollection if I have or haven’t.
I used to live in Oakland. I would go to the Berkeley Public Library once a week, on their third floor they have nothing but records, CDs, sheet music, tapes. It’s lovely. I don’t know why I took this album out from the library but I did and I loved it and I forget about it until now, 11 years later. Still love it. Go check out the Berkeley Public Library if you’re ever in the area. And check out that third floor.
I understand that Richey Edwards looms large over this record, in fact that’s all I knew about this band or album. And since I find almost every lyric unintelligible, my ignorant ears would never have been aware of the songs’ subject matter if I hadn’t read how dark the themes were. Without the accompanying knowledge of the lyrics, the music was anything but despondent and upsetting. “Yes” is an all time album opener and it took me 5 tries to get past the first 4 tracks on the album because of how much I wanted to relisten to them. “She is Suffering” sounded so much like a Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler song that I looked up if Suede and the Manics had any affiliation and what do you know-they’re touring the UK in 2024 together.
A 29 minute harmless album.
This is a perfect album and by the time I’m done with this list this album will assuredly be in my top 30. I do a corny thing when I drive through states or cross country, I listen to certain records that I associate with that state or city. This album and Big L’s Lifestylez are my New York soundtracks.
The final track, Faith/Void, is the same name as a split LP that Dischord records released in the 80s. I can’t find any information online regarding the reference but I appreciated it and I enjoyed the song. Good dog walking music. I felt introspective while listening and that can be a gift.
Interminable.
I haven’t heard this in twenty years since I was in high school. My last memory of it was a school anti drug seminar video that displayed anti drug slogans intermingled with snowboarding clips soundtracked by Crawling. This is dangerous music because it has the power to make you never want to listen to again. Music is a beautiful thing that holds an unlimited amount of power. You can feel the power of this music-and the power to make one never listen to music again is a very dangerous power indeed. Putrid, execrable, grotty, vile, repugnant, displeasing music. If I ever hear someone listening to this near me again I’m gonna run away gonna run away.
What the fuck is with the backing goblin vocals on some of these songs? I was bored out of my gullet listening to this and all of a sudden 30 minutes into the record there’s an Uruk-Hai snarling in my ear over the most dreadful music imaginable.
All I can tell you to prove that I’ve listened to it this is it’s the album that features Take On Me and one of the guys is flexing his tricep on the cover.
The lead singer of Jamiroquai was involved in a fight at a screening of Episode II-Attack of the Clones. One can only imagine he was wearing his ridiculous Native American headdress at the time. “Hey down in front! Take off that giant hat-I’m trying to watch Dexter Jettster talk to Kit Fisto.”
Haven’t listened to this in 20 years and still could finger drum the entire album. Every fill is firmly ingrained in my brain.
Of course this ends with a Doors cover.
Not much for me to say about this one that others haven’t said. So I’ll just say So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright sounds like an Elliott Smith and I absolutely love it. Has those haunting major to minor chord changes
Fucking awful. Nearly had a heart attack when I saw the last track was 14 minutes.
Will never listen to or think about this again but musically impressive, I suppose. Incredibly forgettable.
When you’re a kid and find out Minor Threat’s 1 2 X U is a cover and first discover this album. That’s a good part of the developmental process.
One of the most interesting musicians of the past 60 years who will now forever be most known for the least interesting part of his artistic output. You just can’t sing along to a lot of his songs depending on who the particular narrator is.
Weekend at Bernie’s dancing the congo line music.
Calvary rips. Best album cover on the list so far.
Pixies obviously ripped off the third track on this (Lucretia My Reflection AKA a Pretentious Erection) for their Doolittle track Tame. I could picture the singer singing these songs in his bedroom wearing a cape while mashing the drum machine buttons. Turning around and hissing when he hears his parents calling him down for dinner. Baby, when I tell you I hated this one ya gotta believe me.
Is there anything more terrifying than the last 20 seconds of this album?
So unbelievably boring and insignificant. I’m assuming The Rolling Stones have at least 4 albums on this list so it’s mind boggling that this was thought to be included.
Way too horny.
Quite possibly the worst album cover of all time.
It is very funny that I keep getting these awful New Wave albums and every time I breathe a sigh of relief that I’ve reached the final song only to see that it’s upwards of 8 minutes.
One of the charms of this endeavor is to have never heard of an artist or record and to find something new to love. More often than not, out of 1001 albums, the discoveries tend to be of new things to hate. This is not one of those days.
First four songs would make a perfect EP but boy did I check out after that. If you want to clear a bar quick after karaoke night, have someone close the night out with one of the songs on this album’s back half.
Too much horseplay.
Immediately forgettable.
Proof that a large portion of this list is albums included because of one noteworthy song. This album is on this list because of No More Mr. Nice Guy. “Raped and Freezin” certainly didn’t make the case for its inclusion.
Only thing noteworthy about this to me is that it was released in the 70s. Boring version of Toejam and Earl sounding music.
Guess you had to be there for this one.
You can tell this was influenced by Elliott Smith, specifically Figure 8. The standout track to me, Don’t Steal Our Sun, would be right at home on that album.
Kate Capshaw performed Anything Goes better.
This album gave us the sample for Del tha Funky Homosapien’s Mistadobalina which is a huge contribution.
Phife Dawg had the smoothest voice in the history of human speech.
Perfect album albeit with the head scratching closing choice of I Shall Be Free. “I jumped the fallout shelter. I jumped the string bean. I jumped the tv dinner. I jumped the shotgun”. It is good that Dylan stopped writing Wesley Willis caliber “funny songs” soon after this album.
This is an album that really shows me my age. I think you absolutely had to be there for this one and I wasn’t so it does nothing for me. A lot of the reviews for this album seem to rely heavily on nostalgia. Very much not in my wheelhouse and this album made me feel old for it being so lauded and yet so lost on me. But now I’m seeing that Frank Ocean is older than me. I don’t know, man. Maybe I’m just padding this review out to avoid the Steven Stills album I see is up next waiting for me.
Stand Up was a great song otherwise not my thing.
If this was the first album you ever listened to you’d be forgiven for thinking that the idea of listening to music was somewhat overrated.
As a member of the league of bald headed men I can’t give this any lower than a 5.
As bored as I’ve been listening to any album on this list so far.
I am an idiot. I’ve spent the last 20 years of my life thinking Depeche Mode was Cheap Trick.
Hell yes.
All I could think about while listening to this was how mortified I would be if ghosts exist and my ancestors are watching me and don’t realize that I’m listening to this as an assignment and not for pleasure. This is my desert island disc. I would rather starve to death on a desert island than ever listen to this again. This may end up being the lowest point of this entire endeavor for me.
A Nashville album with pedal steel guitar like this is going to get a 5 star every single time from me. Put this in an enema and shoot it straight into my ass. Perfect music.
If I’m going to listen to misogynistic rap from the 90s it’s going to be Big L. Ready to Die did not age well and in fact has exceeded ready to die status and is firmly Ready to be Forgotten. Gimme the Loot is still great.
The Gallagher brothers obsess over the Beatles, shamelessly rip the Beatles off, make a perfect album. Sometimes it really is that simple.
Would not be out of place in a Metroid game.
About as big of a surprise as I’ve had on the list yet. From the album artwork to every song, 5 stars and completely up my alley. Ennio Morricone for romantics.
Quality Seconds rips and makes me wish the entire album sounded just like that. Then the next song is an unforgivable 16 minutes long.
My least favorite band name of all time. Just puts a rotten taste in my mouth.
Think Hoobastank mixed with Evanescence. That is not a good thing.
Beck very much influenced by Nick Drake on this one.
Some of Zappa’s most palatable work for the masses. Peaches En Regalia is surely the theme song that plays in a lot of peoples’ heads as one of the main scores of their life; I know it does for me.
This album has been with me my entire life. It’s intimately familiar and comfortable. I’m Not Down is in my top ten songs of all time. This album is in my top 5 on the 1001 list. Nothing new to add here. Perfection.
I am a much bigger Johnny Marr fan than I am of Morrissey but Morrissey has some of my favorite moments of his on this record. The hooks they wrote on this album are incredible and this is a constant listen for me.
Since I’ve Been Loving You leading into Out On the Tiles is one of the all time one-two punches in recorded music history.
Not really for me and not a fan of the bands that later blew up in the 2010s who were influenced by this album. Pleasant enough to listen to but a little too precious. Probably my least favorite Sub Pop release.
I can’t imagine any album on this list is going to be longer than this one. Would be a good record to listen to if you were making pasta from scratch or something but ultimately it was just background noise to me.
I try to live my life in a way that Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream would be an emotionally appropriate credits song for when I die.
Awful. Sounds like a fake band that would be playing in a bar scene in a new Wayne’s World movie made for Netflix.
Look Inside America is one of the top songs to have play during the credits at the end of your life.
Ends up overstaying its welcome by 3 or 4 songs but Heart of the City is a top 100 song on the 1001 album list.
I want to start a band just to cover The the Empty. Shades of 100 gecs on that one.
“Let’s chase the dragon, ahhhh” while Bernard Butler lays down one of the most earth shuddering riffs of all time. And then when the piano starts tinkling in during the big build up finish? Come the hell on, best song on any of these 1001 albums.