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Medúlla
Björk
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5 | 2.72 | +2.28 |
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Music From The Penguin Cafe
Penguin Cafe Orchestra
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5 | 3.01 | +1.99 |
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Tanto Tempo
Bebel Gilberto
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5 | 3.07 | +1.93 |
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Shaka Zulu
Ladysmith Black Mambazo
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5 | 3.09 | +1.91 |
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Vespertine
Björk
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5 | 3.16 | +1.84 |
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Nebraska
Bruce Springsteen
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5 | 3.32 | +1.68 |
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Music From Big Pink
The Band
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5 | 3.36 | +1.64 |
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There's No Place Like America Today
Curtis Mayfield
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5 | 3.37 | +1.63 |
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Ágætis Byrjun
Sigur Rós
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5 | 3.37 | +1.63 |
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Arthur (Or the Decline and Fall of the British Empire)
The Kinks
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5 | 3.39 | +1.61 |
You Love Less Than Most
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Tapestry
Carole King
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1 | 3.91 | -2.91 |
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The Stranger
Billy Joel
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1 | 3.86 | -2.86 |
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Beautiful Freak
Eels
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1 | 3.28 | -2.28 |
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Django Django
Django Django
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1 | 3.21 | -2.21 |
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The Real Thing
Faith No More
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1 | 3.2 | -2.2 |
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Your New Favourite Band
The Hives
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1 | 3.12 | -2.12 |
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Exile In Guyville
Liz Phair
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1 | 3.02 | -2.02 |
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Teenager Of The Year
Frank Black
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1 | 3 | -2 |
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Post Orgasmic Chill
Skunk Anansie
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1 | 2.99 | -1.99 |
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Tellin’ Stories
The Charlatans
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1 | 2.95 | -1.95 |
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| Artist | Albums | Average |
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| Radiohead | 6 | 4.33 |
| Curtis Mayfield | 2 | 5 |
| Aretha Franklin | 2 | 5 |
| Björk | 2 | 5 |
| The Rolling Stones | 5 | 4.2 |
| Beatles | 4 | 4.25 |
| Bob Dylan | 4 | 4.25 |
| Bruce Springsteen | 4 | 4.25 |
| Led Zeppelin | 3 | 4.33 |
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| Artist | Ratings |
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| Fleetwood Mac | 5, 2 |
| Bob Dylan | 5, 2, 5, 5 |
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The Verve
3/5
I kind of get the verve thing. They’ve definitely got that j’ne sais quoi, just, ce n’est pas pour moi.
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Kanye West
5/5
Stephen Railton, one of the world’s foremost
Faulkner scholars, asked me one day, as we were talking about some of the Faulkner speeches I spent the previous five hours digitizing as part of the archival research I was doing for him my fourth year at UVa, “Do you have to be as fucked up as he was to make the kind of art that he did?” My 21-year-old self twisted that question into a kind of advice or excuse for the headlong self-destruction I pursued over the ensuing decade, but it still rings in my head today as an open question. And no one epitomizes it more fully than Ye. This album is insanely brilliant, and it’s a sad swing of the pendulum but today I really do feel like maybe you don’t need to be insane to be brilliant, but if you are, you’ll be just that much more brilliant.
Maybe the next album will swing my mind again!
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LCD Soundsystem
4/5
This is the soundtrack to me driving around the west valley running errands at the hardware store, the nursery, the grocery, the library, watering the plants, tending the tomatoes, rearranging the garage—a full soundscape landscape headscape for me to enjoy the absolute fuck out of my two hours a week of total disconnect. You can say a lot about James Murphy but to me the most important thing is that he exists on the outer edges of the same frequencies as I do. I mean, if I had his talent and I had gone down that DJ electronic road, LCD Soundsystem is like exactly the shit I would’ve made. Feels like a reminder from one of my parallel lives, a pull towards it, like the tiny skull ring I wear, a tug on the mooring line whenever I feel I’m drifting too far into The Land of Responsibility, The Realm of the Buttoned-Up, the grey fog of middle-age parenthood and busyness, the productivity productivity productivity. This album almost killed him and that’s a reminder, too, that whatever edges he’s pulling me towards aren’t high clover, either, that every realm has its cliffs and quagmires and unanswerable questions, but goddamn am I happy he made it through and put this out.
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The Band
5/5
Is it too much, too Greil Marcus, to say there'd be no Tom Waits without Music from Big Pink? Not just The Band, but that combination of old-timey Americana and pre-psychedelia that Dylan and Danko brought to this specific collection. Appalachia meets Dali. And what would Joan Baez have even sung if not for them and Dylan? I grew up thinking Tears and I Shall were Baez songs--I can still hear my mom humming through the verses she never learned--and when I discovered they were Dylan songs, and then discovered this album at the 2nd Time thrift shop on Main St. in Ventura in 1995, I thought, "you know, fuck Joan Baez" and I traded her and James Taylor LPs (all three of which were my parents' lol, what a dickhead kid) into Salzers for Before the Flood...
Twenty bucks Clapton first hearing Lonsesome Suzie was when he first thought, "I could do this shit on my own." There's a through line directly from that opening organ of Chest Fever to everything Journey ever did. This album has two of the five songs I sing to Margot as lullabyes--Long Black Veil and The Weight--and the only reason you can tell they didn't write Long Black Veil is because it's not quite weird enough. I wrote screenplay 15 years ago based on The Weight. I'M NOT THERE had just come out and I thought shit I can do this. I shiver to think how bad it was and luckily it's long lost to the Great Electronic Recycling Bin in the Sky, but just by way of saying how much this shit means to me.
Listening to it this morning, besides revelling in all the universal nostalgia and pure joy of this album that I haven't experienced in over a decade, what sounded most new was Caledonia Mission and that rocking railroad cadence, that sense of looking for a fix for all this craziness but not being sure you really want out of it. Same with We Can Talk--not my favorite still, but "It's that same old riddle, only starting from the middle/I'd fix it but I don't know how" almost killed me this morning and I probably would've just kept driving up to Alaksa if I hadn't needed to get gas and take a leak, by which time the spell--fortunately or un-, we'll never know--was broken.
David Bowie
2/5
I guess I “needed” to listen to this album before I die the same way I needed to learn that Santa Claus isn’t real. Murder your darlings and never meet your heroes.
My Buddhist name is the Lion of the Three Jewels so I’m gonna like anything about a guy called lion but that’s about as far as my appreciation for any of the first nine songs went.
Heroes is fine, as a song. I should at least admit I’m happy to have had cause to listen to the lyrics because I always thought of it as this like, you know, car advertisement song, and it’s heartening to learn that it’s in fact terribly depressing.
I liked sense of doubt and moss garden, they were a cool swimming hole in a country stream after the jangling melodies and inaudible and mostly incomprehensible lyrics of the previous songs. I’ve also been getting into soundscapes a lot more recently, so this was my alley to be up. Neuköln was cool too but the sax and synth were more blade runner than Nishiyama Onsen Keiunkan. That Arabia song at the end really just brought me full circle to annoyance and regret.
I’d rate it a one if it were anyone else but Bowie, but like the unconvinced suicide, I just can’t bring myself to do it. Two stars.
Rod Stewart
4/5
What I like about Rod Stewart is you really get the feeling like whenever he came up with a little riff or a little ditty and thought, “I like this!” he just used it. If it was good enough for Rod, it was good enough for whoever was going to buy the albums. Whether I think Rod rocked or not, Rod fucking knew every second that Rod fucking rocked. Would that I had nine percent of that confidence. Also, give me the steel string on Joe’s lament.
Black Sabbath
3/5
1970! Much respect. Will never listen to you again, but I did enjoy hearing a bit of the through line from Jimmy page‘s guitar to Kiss all the way to Pearl Jam and Live. I think my favorite thing is how they break expectations of what the shape of a song should be.
Beatles
5/5
I used to hate the Beatles. On principle, because I was a wannabe punk and it was controversial—perverse, even antisocial—to hate the Beatles. But what an absurdity. Everything just exactly where it should be in every song.
MGMT
3/5
I was sure I had never heard of MGMT. To be fair, 2007 was the apex of my drug and alcohol use, just before the precipitous and painful slide to a three-year bottom before getting sober. I was living in Medellín, going through an eight ball of first-cut cocaine and a fifth of guaro a day. Blu-ray came out the same year, and when I came back to the US I had to discover what it was. I’m still not sure I understand Blu-ray.
Anyway, despite my supposed ignorance, there are three hits on this album that I feel like are still part of my life today. I never bothered to look at the lyrics, of course, and when I did as part of this exercise, I found them both funny and tiresome. If I had known these two guys were northeast liberal arts majors, who were doing this whole thing is a joke, I probably would’ve loved it—for a year, and then been tired of their music. But since I never knew anything about them—I didn’t even know those three songs are by the same group—they just kind of hung around, as has my appreciation for them. I mean, the ironic/satirical space is so dominated by the Beastie Boys it’s really unfair to anyone else. I suppose it takes a certain amount of chutzpah, I would never even get into that space, unable to not compare myself to the Beastie boys. I think that’s one of the realizations I’ve had over the last week, it’s just how fucking confident musicians are. There’s a little bit of that punk ethos in all of them, from Rod Stewart and MGMT. “Fuck it, I can do this too.“
The Boo Radleys
1/5
So bad.
The Birthday Party
3/5
I love the idea of Nick Cave, and the fact of him. I love that he exists, and that he made the music he made, and it had the influences it had. I’m very glad he writes his blog and I’m looking forward to the interview with Rick Rubin, on Tetragrammaton, which, coincidentally also dropped yestersay. But I do not enjoy listening to Nick cave’s music. This was rocking and they rock, for sure, but it’s not for me.
The Who
3/5
Brutal story. Also, I sang a lot of these songs with Luke Anderson in college so hearing them again was kind of annoying and triggering. I had a dream about Anderson this morning! I guess I’m still not over it, the disillusionment in the wake of his disappearance, the embarrassment of ever having been his fried. But I think I realized this morning that the Anderson thing is part of the reason I don’t really play guitar anymore and that’s sad so I guess I’ve got some work to do thanks Roger Daltry, you fuck.
Rush
3/5
So much pomp! So much circumstance. The length of these songs and the altitude of emotion and all of them was really just too much for me to bear. I see now, after all these years, where they got their name. They are alive! This is happening! So is that! And the other thing! All of it! Put all the levels up! Every line is building, every chorus is a climax. You can feel it in your veins. Can you imagine the exhaustion they must’ve felt at the end of the show? There’s no “Let’s go grab a quick bite.” More like get me to the hospital for IVs and some incantation‘s to the gods of rock ‘n’ roll to restore their glam prana. Canadians, amirite.
3/5
lol I always thought starlight was a Coldplay song. Granted, one of their better ones, but still, sorry, Muse! Didn’t mean to do you like that. Stain on me. Rest of the album was cool.
The Temptations
5/5
🙌🙌🙌🙌praise
The Go-Betweens
4/5
Cool
Radiohead
5/5
If there was a soundtrack to the first half of my 20s, it would just be the guitar on High and Dry. Like when I think of myself in those years cinematically, like a montage, the things I was doing, the women I was seeing, the late nights wandering New York smoking cigarettes at 3 AM at the foot of the Triboro bridge, drinking beers at the end of a lifeguard shift at the beach, driving half hung over and half drunk just as the sun was come up trying to get home and get showered before my girlfriend got home, writing letters to exes and thinking about where they were and how I could get back to them, roofing and tending bar and pawning my electric guitar for coke money and typing on my 1920s Remington… All of it playing under the guitar from High and Dry.
And forget about Fake Plastic Trees. All that song does is break my heart wide open and leave me back when I told that blonde girl I was dating in college that it was over and I had to watch her walk away across the lawn and know what she would think of me the rest of our lives. I know now that she probably hardly ever thinks of me and if she does it’s probably just, like, nice, fond memories of what was essentially puppy love, but then—then, I was sure the heartbreak would haunt us both forever. And in a way it does, because Thom wrote this song and recorded it I listened to it then and something got seared into the place these things get seared into and so even if I no longer think of her that way, there’s this visceral memory, this felt sense that gets not just reactivated but relived every fucking time FPT plays.
I’m realizing listening to these albums what a fucking sap I am and how not-over so many things I remain.
Love the rest of the songs in this album too. They just don’t miss you know?
Norah Jones
4/5
Bob Dylan
5/5
It’s just the best.
I was listening to Dylan freshman and sophomore year in high school. The early stuff, first few albums, the hokey folky stuff and the kind of dizzy, silly stuff and the semi country John Wesley Harding stuff. I walked into my first day of junior year English class with Mr. Mathews, he had a masters in English literature and was the coach of the high school soccer team, and on the wall above the blackboard, he had printed in large type on a 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper, that printer paper from the 90s that was connected on the short edge and had the feeder ribbons along the long edge that you would tear off after it came out of the printer, except he hadn’t torn them off, so there was this piece of paper with printer ribbons it taped up well out of square and it said on it, in like 30-point courier, “to live outside the law, you must be honest.“ I told him that I knew this song and he scoffed and asked me yeah but did I know Blood On The Tracks? It wasn’t the last scoff I got that year and it wasn’t the last music recommendation but it was the best and yeah, I would’ve discovered it one or way or another soon enough anyway, but I didn’t, Mr. Mathews recommended it, and so for all his faults, I still feel in his debt because if High and Dry was a soundtrack to the first half of my 20s, Blood On The Tracks covers the whole arc so far and just like Music from Big Pink, two other of the lullabies that I sing to Margot every night come off of this album, and so I’ve got a pretty good feeling it’s gonna hold up for the last couple acts too.
Leftfield
4/5
Having only recently come to electronica, I had no clue what an influential album this was. I’d never heard of Leftfield. But reading up on them and how this album was made, and jamming out to it four times over the course of the last 20 hours, I gotta say I really get it. It’s wild! Earl Sixteen, Toni Halliday, Johnny Rotten, Danny Red. Very listenable. Can’t go five stars just because I got a little lost in the back third every time I listened to it and I don’t know that I’ll keep listening to it multiple times a day, but job well done lads.
The Chemical Brothers
4/5
A joy
Willie Nelson
5/5
One can forget just how long ole Willie can hold a note. And I’d love to hear the way he works out around the ones he can’t get. Like the “to” on “God speed your love to me.” Most people make a roller coaster out of that too. Willie knows he can’t so he just doesn’t sing it until the very end really makes it a part of me, which he can hold.
I don’t know man. There’s something so strange about this twangy schmaltz, but also so beautiful, that Willy took the songs and played them the way he wanted to hear them and it turns out it’s really kind of wonderful way to listen to these songs, the very clearly many many many people appreciate, including me. I’m not going around listening to this stuff all day every day but I gotta say I really respect the Willy version of the American songbook.
Carole King
1/5
I tried. Again. I really tried. And I’m sorry, Mom, and Erin, and LB, and all the super strong women I know who think of Carole as the troubadour of their girl power, but I’m still just a nope.
Billy Joel
1/5
Trent Reznor said that as a kid he belonged to one of those cassette subscription clubs, like BMI or something, where you got what they sent you. And he was so broke and hungry that he listened the shit out of everything, even the Billy Joel albums. “It probably made me a better songwriter,” he said, as begrudgingly as one could say anything.
I’m very glad to not be a songwriter and never have to listen to this album again.
I skipped Only the Good Die Young and it’s been in my head all fucking day. What fucking producer thought “Italian Restaurant” was a winner? I didn’t know The Stranger and thought the conceit and some of the lines were pretty good but why oh why did Billy have to fuck yo some perfectly good lyrics with his… how do I say, nauseating? wretched? approach to melody making?
I want to be mad at the record company but honestly it’s the people that bought and kept buying and STILL BUY the records that I’m most mad at. Disappointed in, really.
The Cramps
4/5
I liked this! Anyone ever argues with you that all rock n roll, even this second-wave punk/psychobilly stuff, isn't just faster blues with a backbeat, play them Teenage Werewolf. Basically a BB King son--minus the angsty ass lyrics, "NO ONE UNDERSTOOD ME!!!!" lol
There was a time--brief, but real--when Kristy/Poison Ivy was a wet-dream staple baby yowzah.
The Rolling Stones
4/5
Been ages since listening to this one all the way through. Loved hearing the Country Honk version, even though it’s way worse than Honky Tonk Women. Love that this came out the day before Altamont, the bloody end of what people once thought was going to be an endless summer of love. The Stones, man! I get why Scorcese is so obsessed. I was listening to it on the way to school with the kids and was telling them, “This is The Rolling Stones…”
“We know, Dad.”
“There a very important band!”
“We know, Dad.”
“Yeah, I know, but not just like to music, but to me! They’re very important to me.”
“Dad, you tell us this every time we listen to them.”
“Ok. But you haven’t heard this album! Listen to THIS!”
Derek & The Dominos
4/5
Okay yes what’s not to like but also this has become such a keystone of a certain kind of rock, a certain kind of not just music but music appreciation, a kind of benchmark against which so much is judged and not to sound like a woke wokerpants wokist but bro the white British dudes doing fast black American blues that have turned into the stodgiest old stodgers, I can’t help but think how many people DIDNT make it in music because “we all” decided at some point that these guys were the baseline? Obviously yes Slowhand is a god—but only *a* god. Not *the* god. And there’s not just a pantheon of gods but a plurality of pantheons. This isn’t fair to Derek and his Dominoes of 1970, and on their own merits, again, what’s not to like? But I can’t unknow all the years since then.
Billie Holiday
4/5
The strings and music generally haven’t aged as well as her voice. Which is obviously timeless and perfect. I’d love to let Rick Rubin choose some backing for her vocal tracks. She had to sing so much schmaltz (obviously strange fruit, etc. exceptions, but of like a very specific kind, that also she didn’t write, Lewis Allen/Abel Meeropol did, a conversation for another day). I’d love to hear the songs she’d write with more modern sensibilities. In heaven I look forward to the Billie Holiday + Amy Winehouse duets.
Van Morrison
4/5
From day-to-day, whenever I think about Van Morrison, which really is not very much, I think, “man, I really used to like that guy.“ As if I don’t like him anymore. I don’t know why I feel that way. Maybe because i heard brown eyed girl one too many times, and one time I tried to play it on the guitar for Erin and she thought it was so fucking cheesy and cliché it almost ruined our early budding romance and also, like, broke the spell Van had over me for the six or seven years prior that I’d been listening to his albums on my parents’ record player and bootleg CDs. So I just kind of carry around this idea that I don’t love Van Morrison. But then his music plays, and I think “holy shit I love this stuff.” Now, the songs on this particular album are too long by like two or three or six minutes each. I don’t know what combination of Quaaludes and elderberry flower liqueur and marijuana they were on in the studio in 1966 when Van was recording this albums, but I honestly thought Astral Weeks was on single-song repeat, but when I reached down to fix it, I realized it was, in fact, only about a third of the way through. And the lyrics are honestly a bit basic. But that, man. That sound is there. And it moves to me to my soul.
Deee-Lite
3/5
We talk about chickens and eggs, but we never talk about Spike Lees and World Cliques. They weren’t even black but this album sounds like the soundtrack, the very beating heart-vibe, of Spike’s first five joints. Wild that these people got this crazy crew of people together at this one moment in history to do this weird ass dance album and then never really do much again after. I mean shit they got Bill "Chicken on Fire" Coleman to sing backup!!
Stevie Wonder
5/5
I was scared of blind people when I was a kid. There was this old dude I don’t know if he lived on our street or was just in the community and like around, but he was totally blind, used the cane, wore those super oversized even by 1980s standards sunglasses that blind people wore for whatever reason, and when he took them off, he had like completely clouded eyes that looked up sideways to the left. He was always looking at a plane flying over your shoulder. I’m sure he was nice enough because my mom stopped and talked to him all the time, and my mom didn’t talk to anyone she didn’t like, she barely even looked at people that didn’t meet her expectations. But to me, he was terrifying. I always thought of blindness as being something wrong, it scared me and honestly I was revolted by physical disability. Not proud of this, kids are assholes, what are you gonna do.
What Stevie did was sing his fucking heart out. And I swear Stevie Wonder is the reason I’m no longer scared of blind people. For one thing he wore Wayfarers instead of those ridiculous oversize sunglasses. but obviously he also had an angelic voice. He would sit at the piano and hug himself after getting through a song. Just pure joy coming off of that man, and it did what pure joy does, and entered my cold little heart, and made it just a tiny bit bigger.
The Rolling Stones
4/5
Goddamn these dudes really hated women! Loved tail, hated women. Were getting laid like nobody’s business but lord protect the one girl that told Mick “not right now, love,” one Sunday afternoon. I mean, I also got mad when I was 23 girls told me “not right now, love,“ but I don’t think I hated them enough to go write and record songs about them that I would sing on a world tour. But then, no one was expecting me to come up with songs to put on albums and sing on world tours. And no one was providing me with an endless supply of pharmaceutical-grade cocaine and mini-skirted girls in every city I stopped in. And it was 1966, the lads hadn’t exactly been raised by second-wave feminists. So I mean I guess I get how it happened. But it is striking.
But anyways the music fucking kicks as always. I just love Keith’s guitar, so simple, so versatile, a sponge of a mind for all the kinds of music that had come before on that humble little instrument, whose fingers could wring it all back out in his incomparable distillate. Good job guys. You rocked.
Love
3/5
I wish I could hang out with these guys. I liked the punky folk rockabilly stuff better than the schmaltzy spacejammy stuff. Los Angeles musicians are always so… I don’t know, like they’re missing something. Some vital piece. (Hip-hop mostly aside, west coast rap no joke.) but like is it just too nice here? Is the light too good? Is it something about being so far out on the bleeding edge of the national frontier—but a frontier where it’s no longer possible to even see any dirt? Where we’re all—always already—deracinated? Where roots aren’t even able to gain purchase? Not just the absence of roots, but their impossibility? And so breeds a sense of nihilism, an air not of timelessness but of effervescence? Weeds up through cracks in the sidewalk just until next August, when even the sprinkler runoff isn’t enough to keep them alive. Is it just not difficult enough to motivate the conviction and commitment that engender the edge or depth of feeling or whatever it is that bands from literally everywhere else have? Like, Love is cool but I’m not like “oh yeah another band that TOUCHES MY VERY SOUL” and I think that’s because they’re from L.A.
Curtis Mayfield
5/5
“Don’t you know, if you want a good life, best look into yourself.”
“Look into your inner self, only you know how to be free.”
Curtis is what I needed for my Wednesday yesterday.
Probably what a person needs every day.
Bob Dylan
2/5
Couldn’t do it. 1997 I was deep into discovering the first ten albums when this came out and I forced myself to listen to it dozens and dozens of times, and there are moments but there’s no sustained magic like the magic of the early days and I felt guilt for not loving the man’s entire oeuvre and so I kept listening and searching and hoping but knowing it wouldn’t come and then at some point just stopped and I thought oh this’ll be fun to go and see what these songs sound like now but it’s not fun, it’s still just, like, empty and sad and me feeling like a jerk for feeling empty and sad and the last thing I need in my life is more reason to feel bad about the ways I just actually feel so sorry Bobby but it’s all pre-1977 for me from now on.
Talking Heads
5/5
Joan Armatrading
4/5
Great smooth jamz. I was carried away. Never heard of her before and I can dig it. I felt like a lot of the time she was holding back the full power of her voice in service to these understated (but evocative!) lyrics and at first I was bummed about that, like I wanted be like ARMATRADING! BELT THAT SHIT! because if I had those pipes I’d be belting everything everywhere but then I realized that this is her third album and obvi she knew what she was capable of so her softshoeing shit is this really impressive choice. She felt in control of herself and her music here. Listened to it in the rain from downtown Philadelphia back to Conshohocken, kids and Erin asleep around me, traffic creeping, so many stiffs working a couple days between Christmas and New Years, dark dark at 5:30 PM. I saw a fluffy white dog, paws black to the elbow and eyes a little wild, trotting the wrong way down the shoulder of interstate 76. Joan’s guitar was like that dog. I won’t listen tot his album all the time but I’m saving it in the library.
The Flaming Lips
3/5
Talked a lot about the sun and how heavy it and everything else is, quite a ride, lots of interesting musical shit, but also some pretty dumb angsty lyrics, basically the album made me sad.
Ray Charles
5/5
Amazeballs
Cat Stevens
5/5
The Teardrop Explodes
4/5
These guys are reading my mail. Clearly, based on what he has to say in “Treason,” that he was involved with Erin’s long-lost English cousin. Big middle-finger energy. “ you’ve got to be wary of people with knives in their back.” Amen, brother. What I find really striking is it these songs predated the cures big hits by seven years “Pictures of You” and “Lovesong” by nine. The Dwyer Brothers may have been dysfunctional or fucks if they were good at the whole music thing and I just feel like Robert Smith must’ve been hanging out with them and they were figuring out their corner of the zeitgeist together and/but when Teardrop continued to be just incapable to get their shit together year after year he was like fuck it man, it’s my sound now. I have so much to say about Rob Smith and the cure but I suppose I’ll save it for when one of their albums comes up because one has got to at some point.
Adam & The Ants
3/5
Too much
Fela Kuti
5/5
Seven stars
Janis Joplin
5/5
When I think of bright lights and candles burning at both ends, Janis will always be the first one I think of. Psychedelic gospel ballad queen. The amount and quality of sound, the sheer power of emotion she conveys on Cry Baby— have I ever given that much of myself, not just in a way that even one other person can feel, let alone the millions that have because of these recordings, but at all? To have been that close to it, whatever you wan to call it, god, the source, the beating, vital heart of existence—what a gift, what an unbearable, painful gift, and the voice to go with it, and the courage to use that voice, to be the vessel, the conduit, the megaphone, to recognize your access and allow for it, not to deny it, or tamp it down, or seal it off, but to expose yourself to the full and raw power of human existence and let it flow through you, it’s just a shattering thing to hear sometimes.
And at the same time, ruthless as it is to say, the unbearableness of it, for her, herself, probably spared her, and the rest of us, from decades of her music not being like this. I don’t wish death on anyone and I would never wish death on a young performer, anyone, whether they had access to the source or not, but in this world, and that industry at that time, knowing what happens to people, knowing what happened to me, late in my 20s, and then out of my 20s, past that age where one stops acting completely intuitively, when the invincibility of youth wears off, and one starts to recognize the cost of life. It’s a truism they put on the headstones of children who die, “too pure for this world“ but I think there’s some truth in it. Not too pure for reality itself, for God‘s creation, but very possibly for what we’ve done with it. Impossible to go on in life having been Janis at 23.
Anyway, I’m fucking glad she existed.
The Killers
4/5
John Lennon
3/5
R.E.M.
4/5
I love their trademark syncopated lyrics, love Michael Stipe’s lists of things, love how much he hates “business” and bureaucracy and the military industrial complex, love his keening for the death of the American soul—or the very absence, the never-having-been—that, irony of beautiful ironies, helped give us one.
Amy Winehouse
4/5
Put her in my veins. The self-awareness, the middle finger, the cringe, the cry, the “here’s my raw nerve, baby. Here’s my beating heart,” the stiletto in the stiletto. What an ear, what a voice. Man, what a woman.
Nirvana
5/5
Supergrass
3/5
Liked it didn’t love it. I would’ve loved it 20 years ago. Dug Lose It marine the most. Some of the others were catchy too but, I don’t know, a little forced? Maybe they loosened up and cleaned up in later albums.
Belle & Sebastian
3/5
We’ve all taken ourselves more seriously in life than we should and I suppose I should be happy no one got a musical record of that time in my life but if putting The Trial on the cover of the album doesn't tell you something. Respect to B&S and they matured with age I’ll give them that but then please give me their later stuff.
Elton John
4/5
The man
The Allman Brothers Band
4/5
I’m not gonna claim these guys invented the 14th fret hammer-bend-wail, like the ability to play an entire solo around two fucking elastic strings and three frets, but lord did they perfect it. Obviously rock is the blues yadda yadda but I *believe* it coming from Gregg. Guy didn’t fuck around. And neither did his band. To have seen them at this show, their heyday, *the* heyday—makes the cut for 1001 places to time travel to, for sure.
Skunk Anansie
1/5
The Police
3/5
Tori Amos
2/5
Tori is the girl in high school who thinks she’s a nine but is actually a six, who thinks she’s edgy but is actually a prude, who draws in her secret journal where she keeps her darkest secrets not dead flowers and daggers but still boys‘ names in bubble letters and unintentionally disfigured anime puppies, sorry not sorry.
Curtis Mayfield
5/5
The Strokes
3/5
Orange Juice
3/5
The ones that hit, really hit. Rip it up, obviously. Louise Louise. The ones that didn’t hit, really didn’t hit. Mud in Your Eye? Breakfast Time? Are these song a joke? Is this some kind of boomer Scottish humor that is escaping me?
But the band is very tight and the songwriting on some of these tracks is very good. It’s too bad the band didn’t have a longer career, I love to listen to their fourth album.
Elton John
4/5
Adele
5/5
Judas Priest
3/5
The War On Drugs
2/5
Bebel Gilberto
5/5
Pet Shop Boys
4/5
Eagles
2/5
Nine Inch Nails
4/5
Trent Reznor is an unqualified genius. What’s interesting about this, and I listened to pretty little hate machine a few months ago and same deal, is that it was made just a few years before bass really took over. There was a whole evolution in synthesizers and sound machines and amplifiers and speakers that happened at the late 90s that gave everyone access to another, like, geologic strata of sound. Because of that, in retrospect, Nine Inch Nails early stuff seems kind of tinny. It didn’t back done, because we didn’t know what we were missing, but you can imagine how much more filled out this might be if Trent were to have done it today. But then, maybe it would’ve robbed him some of the things he did here to get the message across anyway. It’s like if painters had never had access to the color blue. Would their paintings be better if they went back and redid them with swatches of blue on their pallet? Or would they just be different?
Tracy Chapman
2/5
Depeche Mode
4/5
I feel like one more foot tapper and I could’ve gone a full five, but there’s just something about the troughs of this album just a little too low. But I mean also at the same time they feel like part of my core identity, like remember that movie inside out where all these emotions are inside of this little girl banging around fucking with her memories and personality? I feel like that’s how my mind works with bands and Depeche Mode is definitely one of those bands.
Lightning Bolt
2/5
Jeff Buckley
4/5
For a few years, a few years ago, I did this thing around the new year where I thought about the 10 people that meant a lot to me previous year, I framed it as people I would like to invite to dinner, and for two years in a row, Jeff Buckley was on that list. A tragedy that he went out for a swim that night. Like John Mayer and Jack White and that kind of cadre of white guys doing blues—though more jazzy in buckleys case—the transmission of emotion through their fingers to the neck of a guitar is just such a pleasure to behold, every time.
Also, J*** B******* was listening to him around the same time I was, and around that time I was borderline obsessed with her so a part of the emotion coming off for that fretboard for me has to do with that particular forbidden love.
This 1001 exercise is really bringing up a lot of old lovers and making me realize how much of the love and excitement and anger and sadness and obsession and nostalgia of those relationships is steeped music. Like, this is a big part of how I’ve made sense of my life! And tortured myself, but also processed things. And it really says something about me that Jeff Buckley’s Lilac Wine soundtrack to little tiny pieces of my heart.
Sarah Vaughan
4/5
Kendrick Lamar
4/5
Anita Baker
3/5
Clearly couldn’t go less than three stars—can sing, what pipes, etc.—but honestly it didn’t put me in sexy time mood, which was really what I was going for.
Black Sabbath
3/5
Simon & Garfunkel
5/5
PJ Harvey
2/5
Steely Dan
2/5
2/5
They sound like if the guys that did Best In Show or Spinal Tap did a movie about late 60s psychedelic rock this would be the soundtrack. They’re like too perfectly of a type that it’s on the nose.
Radiohead
5/5
I can’t say enough good things about Radiohead
Bruce Springsteen
4/5
The Electric Prunes
3/5
Ian Dury
2/5
Megadeth
3/5
Frank Sinatra
2/5
AC/DC
4/5
Never not a good ride.
Ella Fitzgerald
3/5
I know I’m down on all the songwriters from the 50s and 60s whose songs these black women had to sing. I mean, taste was different, and reality was reality and I took enough American studies and African-American literature courses in university to recognize the power and revolution still possible from within the constraints of one’s time. but the songs feel me with sadness as much for the unrealized potential of Ella on her own, singing outside these boxes, as I am for the Gershwin heartbreaks she’s giving so much life to. Time was, I suppose, and I certainly hope time will be again, someday.
The Gun Club
3/5
This is one of those albums that I would love to read the text in 1001 book about. What’s the justification for this one? I like some of the songs, especially Promise Me, very Stones-meets-Dylany, but like was this the author’s second cousin’s band?
Madonna
2/5
Not for me
Blur
3/5
That’s the first time I ever even paid attention to the fact that song 2 had lyrics besides woo hoo, let alone with they were. I like it! Got some weezer vibes in some of the others, wish I guess isn’t all that surprising, by 1997 irony had become ironic again after its moment in the serious sun earlier in the decade. Like, is she so great? Maybe. Kinda. But also maybe not? There is a wryness to it all that I really like. Also, so many different sounds! Little Depeche Modey on death of a party, some slimmed down punk on Chinese bombs, some nirvana guitar sounds on I’m Just a Killer. And what to even say about Strange News and Essex dogs?! Eclectic. A ride. An eclectic, wild ride. What an album.
Lauryn Hill
5/5
Perfection Christ what a woman.
Peter Tosh
3/5
N.E.R.D
2/5
Musical taste is really something.
Pearl Jam
4/5
I could karaoke this whole album without a lyrics screen. And not just the big four radio songs, but Garden and Release too. The first time I went down on a girl, Black was playing (I doubt, looking back, it was probably all that memorable for her, but for me I’ve got a soundtrack!). I remember the texture of the matte silver portable anti shock discman I wore this album out in. And Eddie was just everything a budding surfer wannabe guitarist artistically ambitious kid could want. He embodied the chance we all feel like we have at that age to be on stage in front of an arena crowd. I still get that sense of hunger and pregnancy and possibility listening to this. It still makes me feel like I belong in front of 100,000 people. By the time I started listening to Ten—probably, what, 1994?—there were at least two others out already, but Ten was always my jam. They got better and better, clearly, and Eddie is still getting better, not that Ten is the best, musically, but it’s got the most magic for me.
Linkin Park
2/5
David Ackles
4/5
Absolutely LOVE how weird this is. Ackles’ voice is [chef’s kiss]. It’s funny, strange, so jaunty in places it’s almost Vaudevillian in its tongue-in-cheekiness storytelling. Tender, brutal, raw, heavy as hell—at least on paper. The words are all there. And the frothy emotions are too. That jauntiness. But I don’t *feel* the weight. Maybe it’s just the headspace I’m in listening to it right now but it feels like some connection is missing to the emotional register the lyrics claim to be selling. A specific example. In “Another Friday night,” he says, “I never stayed in one place long unless I was doing time.” But he sings this in his Broadway voice. And that would be fine if all you knew were Broadway voices, but we also have Tom Waits and Willie Nelson, and even if they didn’t actually do time, they sure as hell sounded like they could have. Ackles sounds like he’s in a musical about a guy who went to jail for rustling cattle “out west.” He’s like Carey Grant doing Oklahoma when you could have Johnny Cash putting a gun in your face. And it’s like that for all his stuff. Even the sad alcoholic shit he sings about, Indians blowing their lives up and fathers trading the milk in for gin. All stuff that usually hits real hard for me. But here it feels like an actor walking around with a half-empty pint bottle, taking swigs of weak tea. That’s the only reason I can’t go five on this one. Because honestly I think he’s kind of a genius. Just one without emotions. An Asperger’s Cat Stevens. A sociopath Tom Waits. And probably, honestly, the reason I’ve never heard this album before. It’s all well and good to be a jester Elton John tap dancing on the hood of a player piano in a Charlie Chaplin hat but when you’re competing against the actual Elton John, your market share is gonna be what Bill Ackles’ was.
Cornershop
3/5
Holy shit I never knew Brimful of Asha was by these guys. I never knew these guys before. I didn’t even know it said “brimful of Asha.” I don’t even know what that means! All I ever knew was bosom for a pillow obvi.
Anyway I’m kind of a Cornershop fan now. Super fun album.
The Clash
5/5
Joe Strummer in these clash days was like some primordial ooze of creativity. Unrefined and unadulterated. He had more style, more character, more personality in the fingernail trimmings he put in the bin every few weeks than most people develop over the course of a lifetime. The amount of shit going on in Wrong ‘Em Boyo belies any notion of this band as just slapdash idiots plugged in to loud amplifier. The ethos of the early punk wave in Britain was so antiestablishment that they even wanted to undermine the idea of musicality, but Joe just couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t contain the bone-deep love he had for every musical note that he had absorbed over his two and a half decades to that point. The scope of his vision, the depth of his empathy—the lightness, the unseriousness with which he carried it all. And this is the beauty of music, that the stuff he created based on that earlier stuff was in the stuff Jack White put into his veins, both of which I’ve put into my veins, and I’m doing my damnedest to put into my children’s. Joe Strummer was just this beautiful, half-wrecked angel walking the world with the rest of us for a few decades. A prophet, meant to remind us of the beauty of song, and that the true Word, however ragged or undistinguished its wrappings may first appear, is unmistakable and universal and, yay, a blessing among the trivialities of this transient world.
Public Enemy
4/5
Cocteau Twins
3/5
The Verve
3/5
I kind of get the verve thing. They’ve definitely got that j’ne sais quoi, just, ce n’est pas pour moi.
Dolly Parton
4/5
Goosebumps on every song. Something about white hillbilly heartbreakers really just get me. “Those Memories” especially had that mountain holler kinda ghastly cadence thing. And that flat single note “spare” on “Hobo’s Meditation”? Get out. Powerful shit, man.
“At least I could run, they just died in the sun.” 😂😂
The Rolling Stones
4/5
Ramones
3/5
Ride
3/5
Manic Street Preachers
4/5
Some fucking muscle, these guys. Dang.
5/5
The Clash
4/5
London Calling is better but it’s not like there’s lots to hate on this album and honestly I, too, am bored with the USA. I do really like Police & Thieves, probably more than I ever did.
Radiohead
4/5
Nick Drake
3/5
Kings of Leon
2/5
I don’t want to be all “every song sounds the same,” It’s more like the emotional register of all the songs is very similar, like those heavy, emotional ballad with the stretched-out “oooooooooooooo-ooooooo-ooooooooo” dramorama all over the place. I get some real three doors down, I want to call it “faux“ heaviness vibes. I don’t know, just 11 songs seems like a lot for one sitting. Best song on the album is “I Want You.”
Os Mutantes
4/5
A revelation. I am a convert. Os Mutantes pra vida.
Aretha Franklin
5/5
The Smiths
4/5
Belle & Sebastian
3/5
Sade
3/5
Blondie
3/5
This album feels lime the soundtrack to a movie like The Warriors. Not that story but like a semi dystopian low-budget flick that’s hyper local and weirdly specific—I’m imagining a 1983 human-cyborg love story in five blocks on the lower east side of Manhattan, like her meets bientennial man meets the Fisher King except lower-fi and lower-budget—and the producers they didn’t ask Blondie to score the film but instead were like you know what would be a great soundtrack for this movie? this album Blondie already made, we can just lay it on top of everything. And audiences are confused at first but then absolutely love it in a joking-but-not-joking kind of way and it’s part of the reason the flick becomes such a cult classic.
Also, how fucking good is Robin Williams in The Fisher King?
Green Day
3/5
Gotta say, BJA can write a melody. It’s weird because I listen to her plunk, and Dookie and insomniac so much but I was already pretty much done with them when Nimrod came out and I didn’t think it was a very good album. That was i was probably making fun of Green Day by the time American idiot came out. Some songs are so much a part of the culture now and his voice is really kind of iconic its own way that when I hear it it’s so familiar and hits that nostalgia for the mid teenage years angsty thing but because I don’t know the lyrics to the songs, there’s an eeriness about it.
Except Boulevard of broken dreams. I was coming back from NCAAs in Atlanta our fifth year, I just went down to watch with Mooney and Leo Salinas and maybe a couple other guys. I drove Fran’s Crown Vic down there with a couple people, but they stayed or flew back or for some reason I drove home alone. One of Mooney‘s friends, a girl who knew from Jersey, lived down there and we stayed with her and a roommates last night. I was wrecked and made some bad choices and it was embarrassing and I got up early the next morning and fled. Well, I had to rouse Leo from the backseat of the Crown Vic first because that’s where he had slept. Of course. So I’m driving north back to cville and feeling bad, bad, bad—about the things I’d done, but also physically. I was very hungover. It’d been three days of steady drinking and my liver felt like it was flowing backwards and secreting toxins into my bloodstream instead of filtering them out. And it was an ill-fated journey. I had printed Map Quest maps out because this was flip-phone era still, right, and of course I’d lost the printouts but a) assumed I could just reverse engineer the trip and b) could not comprehend trying to find somewhere to look it up and print out another set—imagine searching blindly for an Internet cafe in rural Georgia on a Sunday in 2005–and it was, of course, absolutely impossible to go back into the girls’ house to figure out how to print my getaway plan. ANYWAY, this song was on like three radio stations between Atlanta and the Blue Ridge Mountains—and was the last song I heard before the radio went out so it was stuck in my head the rest of the trip and was already starting to feel like some kind of fateful punishment BEFORE the snowstorm started. Freak late spring storm that dumped and dumped the higher and higher I climbed. By the time I reached the pass (84?) to get to the east side of the mountains, it had reached blizzard conditions AND THE HEATER HAD GONE OUT so there was no more defrosting the sleet Jack Frost piss raining down from the sky and caking the window in a sheet of blurry ice. Luckily there were very few others on the road. None by time I got to a trucker gas station to get some hot water to melt the ice on the windshield so I could see. “Road’s closed,” dude yelled from behind the counter as I walked in. “You must be the last one they let up.” He told me to wait it out there with him but that seemed impossible, too, and after having listening to Blvd. Broken Dreams 9,000,000 times in my head I figured it was really my destiny to either finish this trip alone or die out there, alone and deserving of all the solitude and lonesomeness the world could devise for me. So on I went, after dumping nine styrofoam cups of boiling water on the windshield and filling the wiper fluid reservoir up with antifreeze on the recommendation from the dude from behind the counter. I also got a six pack of PBR, which I started drinking immediately and which, though I wouldn’t recommend this to my kids, might have saved my life because I stopped worrying so much and just settled into the curves and slides instead of working every inch of that freeway and every tiniest bump to absolute white-knuckle death. Once I’d gotten back down to sea level or whatever level cville is at, and made my obligatory “thanks for getting me outta that foxhole, bro” appeal to the Lord and thawed out my feet, I asked Coop if I should tell any pertinent people about all the bad decisions I’d made.
“Do you want to tell anyone?“
“I do not.”
He shrugged. “Then don’t.”
Also, is “Jesus of Suburbia” a country song?
Paul Simon
4/5
Cyndi Lauper
3/5
Radiohead
4/5
Arcade Fire
2/5
Björk
5/5
Portishead
4/5
Paul Simon
3/5
Beck
4/5
Eminem
3/5
Miles Davis
5/5
A menthol 100 for the soul.
The Everly Brothers
3/5
Dig the jaunty tunes. Don’t love the schmaltz. But boy can you see where so much of the sixties came from. “Love Hurts” exhibit A of that clean-clean hollow body electric sound and, man, who knew Nazareth didn’t write it?!?
Killing Joke
3/5
Fugees
4/5
Elvis Costello
3/5
Erykah Badu
3/5
Aphex Twin
3/5
John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers
3/5
What do you think the cutoff age is for drum solos? Because I definitely passed it, I’m just not sure how long ago.
I had John Mayall’s Blues from Laurel Canyon on LP in high school. I got it at the Ventura College swap meet with Grant Ensminger (a guy who these days makes his living selling oil paintings!). We were high on mushrooms and valium—a very, very smooth and comfortable dreamlike combination—and I bought that album and Cream Live at the Fillmore West. The Cream album was much better. I think John and his pals were eating too many mushrooms too much Valium themselves while making, well, probably all of their albums.
But goddamn, do they know the blues.
Nina Simone
5/5
A goddess among men.
The Smashing Pumpkins
4/5
Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
4/5
The most enjoyable musical history and political culture less than I’ve had in a long time. This album is like a full sample library for half of the hip-hop songs made before 2009. Usually I start listening to these albums on the walk with Milo every morning and I tell you yesterday I was strutting down the street like the opening scene to a Spike Lee joint, only missing a velvet suit, walking cane, and a very large hat with a very large feather in the brim. Smooth, baby.
Kanye West
5/5
Stephen Railton, one of the world’s foremost
Faulkner scholars, asked me one day, as we were talking about some of the Faulkner speeches I spent the previous five hours digitizing as part of the archival research I was doing for him my fourth year at UVa, “Do you have to be as fucked up as he was to make the kind of art that he did?” My 21-year-old self twisted that question into a kind of advice or excuse for the headlong self-destruction I pursued over the ensuing decade, but it still rings in my head today as an open question. And no one epitomizes it more fully than Ye. This album is insanely brilliant, and it’s a sad swing of the pendulum but today I really do feel like maybe you don’t need to be insane to be brilliant, but if you are, you’ll be just that much more brilliant.
Maybe the next album will swing my mind again!
Buddy Holly & The Crickets
4/5
Really too bad that plane went down.
The Streets
4/5
Mike Skinner is a silly, simple genius. It wouldn’t be my choice of what to write a concept album about, but he executes it perfectly, it’s just this perfect little Jerry Stahl arc.
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
4/5
T. Rex
2/5
Franz Ferdinand
2/5
Led Zeppelin
4/5
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
4/5
Einstürzende Neubauten
2/5
It’s not them, I’m sure. It’s me. But still.
Paul McCartney
3/5
ZZ Top
2/5
The Mamas & The Papas
3/5
Deep Purple
3/5
Ash
2/5
Miriam Makeba
4/5
The Cure
4/5
Aretha Franklin
5/5
David Crosby
4/5
The 13th Floor Elevators
2/5
Sonic Youth
3/5
Bruce Springsteen
4/5
Bob Dylan
5/5
Dire Straits
4/5
Aerosmith
3/5
Saint Etienne
3/5
Pink Floyd
4/5
Prince
4/5
Bad Brains
3/5
I was interested to listen to this album 30 years after I first heard it and probably 25 since I last heard it in its entirety. I don’t remember if I ever liked it. I know I was supposed to. I certainly claimed to. I had the t-shirt! And everyone wanted more black guys in punk. Well, not EVERYONE-everyone, clearly, but most of my crew in SoCal mid/late 90s did. There was the general culture-level weird racial (racist?) things about black guys being the coolest, and there was hip-hop, which was cooler and definitely more popular than punk, and there was this stereotypical, not universal, but also not entirely baseless, identification of punk with various kinds of white power. That was far less true inside punk, but I think we were defensive. And we wanted punk to be as demonstrably egalitarian as the early waves of it claimed to be. Bad Brains let us say, “See!” Whether they were any good was besides the point. Which is probably why, ultimately, there weren’t more black guys in punk. No one likes to be a token, but especially not anyone even remotely inclined towards punk ethos. And so, like so much guilt-driven liberal nonsense, we ended up reinforcing the strictures we wanted to change.
Anyway, turns out to be a pretty cool album. I will listen to it again.
ABBA
3/5
Herbie Hancock
4/5
Jack White
4/5
The Fall
2/5
Billy Bragg
3/5
Queens of the Stone Age
2/5
Coldplay
2/5
Steely Dan
3/5
D'Angelo
3/5
Neil Young
4/5
Taylor Swift
3/5
Red Hot Chili Peppers
4/5
Four too many songs. 11 would’ve been perfect. But I mean, RHCP a whole vibe, as the kids say.
Nirvana
4/5
If I hadn’t relistened I would’ve said five stars. But it’s not a perfect album. Very good. Very heavy on the nostalgia for my weed-soaked early teen years but from my middle-aged vantage point that’s not, it turns out, enough for five whole states.
The Jam
4/5
The Sugarcubes
4/5
Alanis Morissette
4/5
Metallica
3/5
Mylo
4/5
Tim Buckley
3/5
Dwight Yoakam
3/5
GZA
4/5
Jerry Lee Lewis
3/5
Willie Colón & Rubén Blades
4/5
100% dispels all bad vibes in a 20-mile radius. Pure joy. Me hace feliz como whoa.
Todd Rundgren
3/5
A very rich tapestry of sound—that sounds like all the other tapestries hanging on the walls of the psychedelic rock ‘n’ roll era. I know this stuff meant a lot to Todd. You can hear that in every song. But it’s like hearing about someone’s dream, or an acid trip. There’s an entire emotional menagerie that I recognize but feel no connection to. Is that the music? Is it a generational thing? Is it everything that has come since the facade of love and connection the music purported to embody and manifest has crumbled in the—at the very least in my—cultural consciousness? Am I simply turning into a cynical an old man, beyond the receptive powers of even Todd Rungren’s palliative orchestra? I don’t know. And honestly, it doesn’t change my rating.
Gotan Project
4/5
Songhoy Blues
4/5
MC Solaar
2/5
Le Prince Frais de Bel Air
Black Sabbath
3/5
4/5
The Isley Brothers
4/5
Michael Jackson
4/5
Wu-Tang Clan
4/5
Paul Weller
3/5
Faith No More
1/5
Van Halen
3/5
Metallica
3/5
Foo Fighters
3/5
Bruce Springsteen
5/5
Bruce Springsteen
4/5
Jimi Hendrix
3/5
The Monks
2/5
The Youngbloods
2/5
Siouxsie And The Banshees
3/5
The Black Keys
5/5
Transporting. “The perfect album doesn’t exi—”
Sinister Kid gtfo what further proof do you need that they made that crossroads deal.
Television
3/5
The Pharcyde
3/5
The Dave Brubeck Quartet
4/5
Elvis Costello & The Attractions
4/5
Queen
4/5
ZZ Top
3/5
Laura Nyro
3/5
The Cars
4/5
David Holmes
3/5
Amy Winehouse
4/5
The Who
2/5
Meat Puppets
4/5
The White Stripes
4/5
Grateful Dead
2/5
The Velvet Underground
5/5
Jimmy Smith
3/5
Emmylou Harris
4/5
Sonic Youth
2/5
Gene Clark
2/5
There’s a “one in a hundred” chance I listen to this album again. Nice music, band tight af, Gene’s voice muy bueno, but lord what a snoozefest. Dylan cover’s like Tears of Moderate Annoyance. I don’t believe Gene, is the problem. I’m not buying it.
Radiohead
4/5
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
3/5
M.I.A.
4/5
Joanna Newsom
4/5
Anthrax
2/5
Fela Kuti
4/5
Thin Lizzy
2/5
Ladysmith Black Mambazo
5/5
Robert Wyatt
3/5
Fred Neil
3/5
5/5
Supertramp
3/5
Badly Drawn Boy
2/5
This had to be the original book editor’s cousin or childhood friend, right? Not awful. They can write a decent song. But the whole album sounds like basically the same decent song? I had to check a couple times to make sure I didn’t have it set to “repeat one.” I guess I’m glad I listened to it, but do I feel like I *needed* to listen to it before I died?
The Libertines
3/5
Felt very messy, but I dug the vibes.
Germs
3/5
Apple Music says the Germs were “America’s answer to The Sex Pistols.” If that’s the analogy we’re running with they should’ve called themselves The Wet Dream Cap Guns. A ppor imitation by every measure. I think the only reason I didn’t go two stars is because I have such an affinity and soft spot for Los Angeles bands.
Moby
4/5
The Who
3/5
The Vines
2/5
if this album had come out five years earlier and I’d heard it at 15 or 16 I think I would’ve loved it. But looking back and looking at the timeline, seven years after the Foo Fighters’ first album, it feels completely derivative and, 22 years on, completely uninteresting.
Janelle Monáe
2/5
Muddy Waters
4/5
The Police
4/5
Sigur Rós
5/5
The Style Council
3/5
The first few songs felt like I should be chasing Michael Caine chase Roger Moore across Parisian arrondissements, Italian beaches, Moroccan rooftops. With some sensual interludes, of course--maybe even between the two of them whaaaaaaaat asking for a friend.
...that friend being Elton John, whose vibes are all over the middle third of this album, from the clanging love-politic piano to the pseudo-rap-be-bop stuff.
And then the last third, I must say, beyond "Marvin Gaye chasing Stevie Wonder around the piano" (I'd hate to ask Stevie to evade anyone in any larger a setting), I don't even know how to describe it.
An ecclectic album, to be sure. Amazing that one band produced it all. My enjoyment level fell in inverse proportion to the number of tracks I listened to. But in terms of the project--definitley one I'm glad to know exists that I didn't before.
Violent Femmes
5/5
The soundtrack to my 14yo soul. I was listening to second- and third-wave punk, starting to dip my toe into the earliest of earlies, NY Dolls and the Stooges and the Sex Pistols.
Chad Wiggins, three years older than me and a skinheaded black-booted tattooed (big deal in Vta for a 17yo then!) god who listened to KMFDM and NIN all this wild shit I still don’t understand, told me, “You like those guys, check the Femmes out.”
I did and was like Chad wtf. And he said, “Listen to it again.”
I did and was still like Chad I like it but I’m not sure I’m getting it?
He said, “Go tell your punk buddies you’re listening to the Femmes.”
I did and they were all lol faggot. Chad said, “Why do you think they’re like that?”
“I don’t know. It’s pretty punk—it just doesn’t sound like normal punk.”
“It just doesn’t sound like normal,” Chad said. “Don’t you think it’s weird that these guys who call themselves punk are scared of something that sounds different?”
I literally wore out the cassette.
I’m so glad this band exists and that Chad told me it was okay to love them.
Kanye West
4/5
Not my everyday jam but undeniably great.
Elvis Presley
4/5
Dr. Dre
3/5
Bad Company
3/5
Lucinda Williams
3/5
David Gray
2/5
3/5
The Stooges
3/5
Eminem
4/5
Minor Threat
2/5
Roxy Music
2/5
Kate Bush
4/5
Depeche Mode
4/5
Roni Size
3/5
Hüsker Dü
2/5
Joy Division
3/5
Lou Reed
3/5
Now I know why wild side is the only song I know of this album. Heads and shoulders above the rest. Satellite of love and I’m so free not awful. Lou Reed really was the epitome of that super fucking talented guy who couldn’t get out of his own way. Instead of pumping out hit after hit on album after album full of bangers, he was doing heroin and getting by on raw talent at 80 to 85% of his potential. This album really just made me sad.
A Tribe Called Quest
4/5
The Divine Comedy
4/5
Merle Haggard
2/5
The Prodigy
3/5
Slade
4/5
Queen
4/5
The Rolling Stones
5/5
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band
4/5
Led Zeppelin
4/5
The Flaming Lips
4/5
TBH I never liked The Flaming Lips because I didn't love them in the 90s when I learned about them and then over time I ended up knowing more about Wayne Coyne than I knew about his music. I edited a couple interviews with him when I was copyediting circa 2011-2015, when he was hanging out with Miley Cyrus and briefly made it into the gossip news again, and I just felt like he was trying too hard to be strange and cool. But this album is strange and cool! And I feel like they were trying just the right amount. Also, the dude grew up in Oklahoma City, so being that strange and trying to be rockstar cool was probably pretty traumatic and who am I to judge anyway?
Suzanne Vega
2/5
Fleetwood Mac
5/5
Marvin Gaye
5/5
Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart
1/5
Astor Piazzolla
2/5
David Bowie
3/5
There’s a reason the best known part of this album is David’s makeup on the cover. I can’t help but think that this is maybe a David Bowie three stars, comparing with all his stuff, rather than a general three, compared to everyone else. Is it really only one star better than the new tango? No. But the context of David? Maybe yes.
Coldplay
3/5
Beatles
4/5
Beastie Boys
4/5
Ray Price
3/5
Astrud Gilberto
3/5
Dug o ritmo but wish you kept it all in Portuguese. The English lyrics were weird and distracting.
Sufjan Stevens
2/5
An example of how an incredible amount of work by a large group of super talented people can add up to a solid “meh.”
Leonard Cohen
3/5
Django Django
1/5
A band called Django Django with a song called Zumm Zumm is just never going to cut the mustard for me. Too cute by half, the names, and the music’s the same.
Jaunty, clever, bright—things certain men of a certain age look for in their mistresses. Or not even look for, but are taken by. Smitten with. Much to the surprise, even confusion, of their business partners and golf buddies. “Tiffany?” they say to each other, grimacing, when he’s gone to the john. “From marketing?” More raised eyebrows than that time Terry retired early so he could do missionary work “before it’s too late.”
And the wife! The wife is more shocked than his buddies—and ultimately more shocked than surprised.
For years, she had a suspicion. Not about his infidelity—it never occurred to him that he had it in him, tbh—but rather that she didn’t really like him. That she didn’t think he was as smart as their little circle liked to make him feel. That she didn’t find his jokes all that funny. That maybe she never had—though the latter she could only admit to herself after three espresso martinis, which she indulged in no more than every other year. Maybe every 18 months. Well, there was that mom’s night at the tiki lounge around Christmas. That’d been mai tais, but still. And Sarah’s party at the country and western line dancing place last weekend. Okay, so she was drinking more than she had been before the kids left for college. Okay. So, what? Apparently she had reason to! Clearly.
She’s angry, of course, busy she quickly discovers it’s mostly at herself, for having been so blind. And no, that’s not quite it, either. For not having had the courage to admit her suspicions. For having always talked herself out of her less generous reactions. For not having been more of a bitch. God, yes, that was it. Whenever she had been a bitch to him, she’s felt so good about it! So good about herself. Her secret lizard heart. But then he would sulk and she would apologize and take on the blame. Pile on the blame.
But now! Oh-ho-ho, now! Now she could be fully her bitchiest self. It was a weight immediately gone. She thought of the burros they’d seen walking Colombian steep hillsides in the eje cafetera several years ago, stacks and stacks of 50 lb. burlap sacks of green coffee beans on their backs. She had loathed that trip. The poor burros had been the best part. She remembered their sighs when the last bag was lifted off and they were turned loose into the corral. She understood them, then—and empathizes now. The relief. The sense of coming into her own.
If there was any anger left, it was at having wasted so much of her life with this snail of a man. But the vindication that she had been right all along to suspect him of being such a snail—this was, well, it was bliss. And it obliterated any regret. She was free now. And she could devour anyone she wanted. He wanted some cute half-wit half his age? That’s what he wanted to do with his 50s? Ridiculous. So fucking juvenile. God, what a loser. What a snail. She liked this “snail” that she had stumbled upon. She would never fuck a snail again. Lions only for her, from now on. Big CrossFit Viking-looking motherfuckers. No Django Djangos.
No Zumm Zumms.
Ozomatli
3/5
I mean this is fine. It’s fun. It’s fully itself. Unobjectionable. But I want to meet the guy who puts Ozomatli when he needs to jack himself up. Who puts this on instead of, say, Seven Nation Army or Squabble Up. Who fucking Lays. It. Down perfectly alongside Who’s to Blame.
Sisters Of Mercy
3/5
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Jorge Ben Jor
4/5
Bob Dylan
5/5
To borrow a phrase from Kaveh Akbar, this album was stitched into me like a monogram. And I can’t find anything wrong with it even after all these years.
Kate Bush
2/5
Felt like it tried just a little bit too hard
Public Enemy
4/5
OutKast
5/5
Jethro Tull
2/5
“Spitting out pieces of his broken luck” is one of my favorite lines in rock and roll. So much power in so much of this, but as much as I like the fusion of psychedelic rock ballad and medieval folk carol, I think I like the idea of it more. I’ve got about three “day-go pirate”songs in me at a time before the glee turns to spite.
King Crimson
3/5
Weather Report
2/5
I think this one somehow migrated from the 1,001 Albums to Consider Playing in the Background at Your 1997 Book Release Party at Your Upper West Side Apartment Three Blocks from the Lincoln Center list.
Red Hot Chili Peppers
2/5
I like the polished chili peppers better. I know it’s not as punk to like the polished ones but I do.
Billy Bragg
2/5
The Mothers Of Invention
2/5
Skepta
2/5
Michael Jackson
5/5
Stevie Wonder
4/5
Echo And The Bunnymen
3/5
Napalm Death
2/5
Led Zeppelin
5/5
Creedence Clearwater Revival
4/5
An obvious five-star—and then they have to throw in that Ooby Dooby action. What possible argument could they have made to convince the record company to keep that one in? I’ve always been suspect of Fogerty, brilliant as he clearly was (Backdoor?! Jungle?! Rain?! Incredible shit for a kid from the Central Valley), but that song makes me question the whole apparatus.
Creedence Clearwater Revival
5/5
Man am I glad I didn’t go five stars for Cosmo’s Factory. Compared to Green River, why is Cosmo’s even on the list? Every song on Green River a banger. Even the ones that don’t seem perfect at first, like Sinister Purpose, has some crazy details and choices that are just next-level. Bravo.
Boston
4/5
Nick Drake
4/5
The amount of time it takes to get this good this early—10k hours, whatever—it really makes me wonder what you give up and why, the age-old question about the overlap between genius and depression. Maybe mental (un)health is the devil these guys made deals with down the crossroads? And did I have that, or the makings of it, and my folks denied me the chance to sink any further into it than I did by insisting I “keep busy” swimming (they didn’t care about swimming, per se, as much as that I did something) instead? I don’t have Nick’s talent, or Jeff Buckley’s. But could I have, if I’d spent 30-40 hours a week with a guitar across my knee instead of in speedos? I had the world weariness. Where would that drive have gone? Would it have gone anywhere? Would I have even had it? Would music have provided a better outlet than swimming? Was it an outlet for Nick? Or Jimi or Jim or Janis? Or did it deepen the pain? Was it a guitar or a loaded gun? Would that have survived if they swam, or did tennis or badminton or ice skating, instead? What’s the combination of pain and balm that our obsessions provide? Who knows—who can know—what the right mixture is that lets some of us squeeze through and pinches off the others?
Fleetwood Mac
2/5
Lindsay Buckingham being “punk” just doesn’t work for me. Or maybe the band didn’t go for it hard enough, wasn’t willing to go far enough with him to make it work. I imagine there are people who like how “eclectic“ this album is to me it just sounds like an identity crisis.
Morrissey
1/5
I couldn’t listen past the second bar of the first song but Christ how does this man have a career.
The Stranglers
2/5
Fats Domino
4/5
The Beach Boys
4/5
The undeniable genius of Brian Wilson doesn’t quite make up for the plunky-plonk annoyance of some of these songs. But the good ones, there’s little better.
Simon & Garfunkel
3/5
The Specials
3/5
Jane Weaver
3/5
David Bowie
3/5
Otis Redding
4/5
Dizzee Rascal
2/5
Meat Loaf
4/5
Pure joy. I’m really glad this incarnation overlapped with Marvin Aday’s.
Neil Young
3/5
A five-star musician. A five-star storyteller. But so lecturey. So judgy. Mr. Fucking Knowitall over here.
Kraftwerk
4/5
B.B. King
4/5
R.E.M.
3/5
CHIC
3/5
Guns N' Roses
3/5
Brian Eno
3/5
This album is like eating one of the first loaves of sourdough bread I sold and pretending it’s good because it’s “where it all started.”
Sonic Youth
2/5
I like the first song
Kid Rock
2/5
The xx
4/5
Megadeth
2/5
Lenny Kravitz
2/5
White Denim
3/5
Soul II Soul
3/5
U2
3/5
Quite melodic in places.
Fiona Apple
4/5
Grateful Dead
4/5
Barry Adamson
2/5
Killer album title but overall a bit strong for my taste. Reaching for that 11 every time.
Can
3/5
Bob Marley & The Wailers
4/5
The Cult
2/5
Lloyd Cole And The Commotions
3/5
The Dictators
3/5
Duke Ellington
4/5
Parliament
4/5
Neil Young & Crazy Horse
2/5
Joni Mitchell
2/5
Ravi Shankar
4/5
Pentangle
3/5
Joan Baez
4/5
Spiritualized
3/5
Nice enough but don’t see how it’s possibly interesting enough to be on this list
Happy Mondays
3/5
Nice enough but don’t see how it’s possibly interesting enough to be on this list
Shivkumar Sharma
4/5
A great discovery
Talvin Singh
4/5
Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark
3/5
Duran Duran
4/5
Beastie Boys
4/5
The Beach Boys
4/5
To be clear, this is my Heady Music Dweeb part giving it a four. Pop Guy is with the other Americans who didn’t much care for it. But fucking hell did Brian Wilson have it.
Silver Jews
4/5
Time Will Break the World felt like they were joking us and I almost quit but i I’m glad I didn’t because it turned out okay. Transylvania Blues especially was worth hearing.
Sinead O'Connor
4/5
2Pac
3/5
Justice
3/5
The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
2/5
Ice T
3/5
V provocative!
Dion
3/5
This guy strikes me as one of those super talented, extraordinarily technically sound studio musicians, the kind that can turn any song into any genre, can do Dolly Parton in grunge in reggae in standard country, even a rap, but had just a little bit too much ego to be happy in the second chair, but, at least for me, not enough of that magic that usually comes with legit star power. Nothing really to argue with here, except that it’s basically forgettable.
Arcade Fire
3/5
The Charlatans
1/5
Tom Waits
3/5
Fatboy Slim
3/5
Aerosmith
2/5
Death In Vegas
4/5
Stereolab
4/5
Prince
4/5
The United States Of America
3/5
Radiohead
4/5
The Rolling Stones
4/5
Taylor Swift
3/5
Tortoise
4/5
New addition to the Happy Work Focus playlist!
3/5
Prefab Sprout
3/5
New addition to the Happy Work Focus playlist!
Emerson, Lake & Palmer
3/5
Janet Jackson
3/5
A five for musicality and the love songs but a one for how fucking bored I was by the bleeding heart toxic positivity cumbaya lectures.
Steely Dan
3/5
Sepultura
2/5
Heaven 17
4/5
Pet Shop Boys
4/5
Johnny Cash
4/5
A king among men and a prophet among the choir. A direct line to the source. What Casu could do with a few words and a couple guitar strings still staggers me even after 35 years of listening to him. A lot of his choices are beyond me—I just don’t get what he sees in many of these songs. I defer to the guy, of course. Of course I don’t understand. If I did, I’d be something different than I am. And also I assume they’re homages as much as anything, but the Paul Simon and Beatles covers are tough listening. Unlike Hurt, which must have made Trent’s, like, entire life. And I Hung My Head and Streets of Laredo—not just a reflection of a corner of America’s lonely heart, but its very creation.
Pink Floyd
4/5
Robbie Williams
3/5
The Jesus And Mary Chain
3/5
Tina Turner
3/5
I like the character Tina Turner, and what I know of the human behind the character, and the fact that they overlapped so much (she really did live out loud to an extraordinary degree), better than her music. I’m so glad she existed and I think her life embodied so much of the messiness of what we can do to each other, but this album is not my favorite.
10cc
3/5
Blue Cheer
3/5
This music must have been so fun to make. I can feel myself *feeling myself* on that whammy bar. To be young and bluesy and amplified! The nostalgia is almost enough to add it to my library.
Dr. Octagon
4/5
Would there even be a lil Wayne without Kool Keith? Weirdness level 11/10 and I’m here for it.
LCD Soundsystem
4/5
This is the soundtrack to me driving around the west valley running errands at the hardware store, the nursery, the grocery, the library, watering the plants, tending the tomatoes, rearranging the garage—a full soundscape landscape headscape for me to enjoy the absolute fuck out of my two hours a week of total disconnect. You can say a lot about James Murphy but to me the most important thing is that he exists on the outer edges of the same frequencies as I do. I mean, if I had his talent and I had gone down that DJ electronic road, LCD Soundsystem is like exactly the shit I would’ve made. Feels like a reminder from one of my parallel lives, a pull towards it, like the tiny skull ring I wear, a tug on the mooring line whenever I feel I’m drifting too far into The Land of Responsibility, The Realm of the Buttoned-Up, the grey fog of middle-age parenthood and busyness, the productivity productivity productivity. This album almost killed him and that’s a reminder, too, that whatever edges he’s pulling me towards aren’t high clover, either, that every realm has its cliffs and quagmires and unanswerable questions, but goddamn am I happy he made it through and put this out.
Beastie Boys
3/5
I like the other one better
T. Rex
4/5
Spaceball Ricochet a historical underrated track.
Booker T. & The MG's
5/5
Don McLean
2/5
Burning Spear
3/5
The Monkees
2/5
Small Faces
4/5
Eels
1/5
I know I was never a Grammy-award-winning lyricist but (and?) this sounds like the stuff that I was writing in 1996–at age 14. How in the absolute fuck did this album get on the list?
Suicide
2/5
Their songs mostly sound like super long intros to other songs
Butthole Surfers
1/5
Little Richard
5/5
The Mars Volta
3/5
Echo And The Bunnymen
3/5
If imitation is the highest form of flattery, these guys were flattering a ton of people. I’m impressed by the range. I’m not getting off on this album, but I’m digging it.
Traffic
3/5
Dusty Springfield
4/5
The further from the schmaltz she stays the better. Like the album really could’ve done without My Colouring Book. But what she does with Mockingbird here is just brilliant and her range on Tulsa is bananas—and also remaking that male player story from a woman’s perspective is such a classic fuck you to the stuffy gender roles of the 60s, loved it
Big Star
2/5
Patti Smith
4/5
I enjoyed this so much more than I expected.
Motörhead
3/5
Elastica
3/5
Japan
3/5
The Avalanches
4/5
Penguin Cafe Orchestra
5/5
Black Flag
3/5
Mott The Hoople
4/5
Holger Czukay
3/5
I love weird shit but not when it’s obviously weird for the sake of being weird and too many songs on this album felt that way even though I really liked a lot of the other ones.
Hanoi Rocks
4/5
Emerson, Lake & Palmer
3/5
Haircut 100
3/5
Finley Quaye
3/5
Björk
5/5
Stereo MC's
4/5
Santana
4/5
I don’t know if this music remobilizes some of the latent LSD stored in my spinal cord or if it’s that I was listening to this a lot when I was making out with H— in high school but I just absolutely feel wonderful listening to Santana.
Beatles
5/5
Alice Cooper
4/5
Enjoyed this way more than expected. It was more honest and drivey and less, I don’t know, self-serious. I probably shouldn’t be surprised at that based on the opening track, but it was still fun to realize.
Paul Revere & The Raiders
4/5
Hugh Masekela
4/5
Digital Underground
3/5
Rufus Wainwright
2/5
So many obvious and great influences on display here but the sum is so much less than the parts. Like if you’re making a suicide at the soda fountain, and you put Coke, iced tea, coffee, Horchata, clam chowder, gazpacho, and Jack Daniels. All delicious things, but.
Siouxsie And The Banshees
3/5
My Bloody Valentine
3/5
2/5
The Fall
2/5
I thought he was saying “no Christmas for donkeys” and I think it would’ve been better for everyone if they’d been singing about donkeys. If I had talent and the balls to stand behind a mic in my teens and twenties I probably would’ve sounded like this and wrote songs like this. Thank god I didn’t. I think I really do get it, what they’re trying to do, or say, and one of these stars is for all that but I just don’t want to listen to it anymore.
The Specials
4/5
Emmylou Harris
3/5
Beatles
3/5
Taxman is such a dumb song. I think my Beatles listening goes in waves. I think I was riding high on a Beatles day and rubber soul and when I listen to revolver, it was not a riding high Beatles day.
Liz Phair
1/5
Tom Waits
3/5
Why they chose this one instead of Rain Dogs is baffling. This is a lump of clay by comparison. But I still love it.
Rocket From The Crypt
2/5
Throwing Muses
2/5
Ice Cube
3/5
Goldie
3/5
Rush
3/5
The rock-operatic first song knocked it down from four for me. I liked the concept and story but the execution and details left me wanting another draft.
Sabu
4/5
This comes from and gets into the blood.
John Grant
3/5
I loved his lists! Especially on Marz and Jesus Hates. I’m sorry for John that he’s still so mad but it’s better than being so sad he wanted to die like it sounds like he used to be so you know if making this music was good medicine, good for him! Early on, I thought I was going to get tired of this album but it ended up growing on me more the longer it went on. I’m not a newly minted huge John Grant fan now but I’m glad this was on the list.
Sly & The Family Stone
4/5
Slapped
Yes
3/5
Too much fiddle-faddlin’ with the damn organ synth but otherwise pretty rockin
The Hives
1/5
The Who
2/5
Living Colour
2/5
Dr. John
4/5
The Waterboys
4/5
The Triffids
3/5
Portishead
4/5
John Prine
4/5
Donovan
3/5
I bought this album on vinyl when I was 16 years old at a flea market on the Ventura College campus with my friend Grant Ensminger, along with Hendrix and Cream live at the Fillmore West and a few others in the same vein. We spent two months every day between swim practices lying on the floor of his living room listening to these records spin and crackle, most of the time high on mushrooms and mescaline, or blasting them in his makeshift art studio out back while he drew psychedelic posters for our friends’ band Milkwood and I did the coloring. Then I started tapering for senior nationals and the spell was broken. We stayed friends, but the liquid light mind-expansion sessions were over and so, honestly, was my relationship with Donovan. Grant makes his living as an artist now, still doing a lot of very psychedelic shit, and I’m doing whatever it is I’m doing.
One star for the album as a whole, one star for the nostalgia, and the third for Season of the Witch.
Prince
4/5
Aerosmith
3/5
Frank Black
1/5
Fatboy Slim
3/5
James Taylor
3/5
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
2/5
Happy Mondays
3/5
Talking Heads
4/5
LCD Soundsystem
3/5
Def Leppard
3/5
Oasis
2/5
Keith Jarrett
4/5
John Martyn
4/5
1/5
The Coral
3/5
Alice Cooper
4/5
Pleasantly surprised by how much fun listening to this album was.
Tangerine Dream
3/5
Dug it mostly but it kind of droned on in places
Beyoncé
4/5
Simon & Garfunkel
3/5
Musicality obviously a five bit I just can’t get over the too-cuteness.
Elvis Costello
1/5
Mudhoney
3/5
Big Black
2/5
Dexys Midnight Runners
3/5
I never knew this exact blend of genres existed. It’s like eating a Korean bbq kimchi and cheese mulita for the first time. With like an Armenian yogurt fizz to drink. Like oh wow this works! I’m not gonna eat it every day, but I’d probably stop at the food truck again if I drove past it.
Gang Of Four
2/5
Gang of Two Stars sorry guys bored my favorite couple ok songs but mostly my eyes are bleeding
Serge Gainsbourg
1/5
Couldn’t understand a word the guy said.
Air
4/5
Kings of Leon
3/5