1001 Albums Summary

So English. Listen with a pint of bitter in your hand. How is this not Damon Albarn?

Well, I know this. Side B is better, because Side A is silly. Too much McCartney. What they did with the studio is still pretty amazing.

They have a formula. It works but by the end of the album it gets a bit annoying. The DJ is a bit dated but honestly it's some good high-energy moping.

Remember Britpop? Remember when that was a thing? At least, unlike Oasis, these guys are really bouncy and energetic. It sounds like they were really happy to record this album. But I don't see what's particularly notable about this one.

It's so great to hear that not everyone in the late 60's was writing their music while high on acid. The chords in Bridge Over Troubled Water cement Paul Simon as a master songwriter, and so many songs on this one take the folk vibe in unexpected directions. Garfunkel is a real crooner, but despite his vocal acrobatics it's easy to hear why his career faltered without Simon writing the songs with him.

It opens with a terrible track, in the same way that Bob Dylan opens Blond on Blond with the horrible song "Rainy Day Women". Then it gets better. The band is amazing, and Kendrick's rap is thoughtful and detailed, but I need to read like dozens of books to understand a lot of the things he's talking about. But that's a me problem, not his.

Smooth. Sounds like money. Expensive studio, expensive band, expensive instruments, expensive drugs (so much cocaine!)

What if you booked a recording studio and played bad? The innovation of punk rock.

I'd give it six stars, if possible. Such incredible music and such evocative but weird lyrics. The band has the perfect mix of practiced precision and sloppy rock vibes.

From track one I hated it. From track three I thought, hang on, there is something very interesting in here. From track six I was exhausted and over it. I'd probably enjoy it played live, though.

Here we are at the birth of rap, the ultimate black American art form of this period, and we're listening to three white boys rap about partying.

I don't mind country music but I was just bored.

I had fun. The vocalist got progressively more angry and the organist played his favorite Doors riffs. Good bass, too.

Loud.

The true vision of Nirvana except for the songs where the label overruled Steve Albini's production. So angry!

I finally noticed the essence of gangsta rap is that you have to claim you constantly smoke weed but you can never claim to enjoy it.

Surprisingly fun and unexpected.

All the songs sound the same but it's a good heavy beat.

Nice version of In The Pines.

Soundtrack to a movie about gay space cowboys.

Hardcore man noises.

Bang bang I sell drugs.

I like Steely Dan, I like half of Steely Dan.

Pleasant but it didn't hold my interest.

This slaps! I loved this!