Music for when you must commit felony assault.

Stop trying to make Steely Dan happen for me.

OOOOOF... From the first thirty seconds, this just sounds like a distillation of everything I hate about 1960s psychedelic counterculture horseshit. I sprained my finger trying to get it to stop.

Used to think of myself as an "anti-jazz guy", but I think I'm more of an "anti-jazz guy-guy" upon reflection. This is rain wetting the sill of an open window at night, a good book , a bottle and a pack of cigarettes-music. Cool as cool gets. Like!

Not my favourite Talking Heads record, but still good. You can hear the rules going out the window one-by-one. Music for that twitchy, weird guy at the office. Don't Worry About The Government is the best track on the album.

It's 2002, I've left school to work and I feel like I am becoming increasingly disconnected with popular music & culture. Everything feels like a glitzy pop-punk, nu metal, butt rock nightmare that I can't wake up from. Being disconnected from people my own age (because I work exclusively with people much older than me) has me retreating into a nostalgia that isn't mine, listening to bands that came before me, and while some of it is enjoyable, I am experiencing a weird sense of guilt about not feeling capable of connecting with new things. A strange, empty feeling. I give my computer several viruses downloading Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots from Limewire because "'She Don't Use Jelly' was a lot of fun, so why not". I am immediately taken in by the glitchy, warbling strangeness of it all when suddenly, a few tracks later, I am crying harder than I've ever cried, listening to "Do You Realize??", thinking about every dog and cat and friend and loved one I've ever had the good fortune to spend time on this sad planet with. And it still happens... Every. Single. Time. Two decades later. That'll do, Lips. That'll do.

About as good as a live recording can sound.

Title track is fun and playful, but the rest is an insipid, disjointed slog. This is music for divorced aunts who live for drama and have no self-awareness to clutch their shawls and sway too.

This record is perfect.

Nah.

Blur > Oasis

Music for when you must commit felony assault.

A masterpiece. Bowie on a whole other level, and the audible genesis of something truly special (The Berlin Trilogy) My favourite incarnation of Bowie's backing bands. Carlos Alomar, George Murray and Denis Davis are all magnificent here. For a record Bowie claimed he didn't remember much of the production of, it's pretty damned unforgettable.

Music for weddings that I do not want to attend.

Let this lurch and slither into your ears if you're feeling like getting unwell for a minute.

Too whimsical and pastoral for my liking.

Boomer garbage.

*Antonio Banderas Assassin's GIF*

This one's for the fellas!

Opening track might be one of the best album openers ever.

Extremely repetitive... Not my preferred variety of electronic music. Setting Sun is cool though.

Some of these ten minute long songs feel like they're twenty minutes long. Pass.

Some good songs and gorgeous production on here. Jamaica Jerk-Off is really bad.

This one is for the pervs and the rhythm section! Gorgeous and lush, the production of this record has been imitated many times, but this is kind of singular. My only complaint is that the record is a little short.

Bryan Ferry may be the only man so horny for a woman that he wrote a song about her license plate number. Eno-era Roxy Music... My goodness.

When you're this greasy, the glitter never washes off. Seminal work here, and the Dolls' greatness is the only thing I will side with Morrissey on.

Some classics here, but not my favourite.

OOOOOF... From the first thirty seconds, this just sounds like a distillation of everything I hate about 1960s psychedelic counterculture horseshit. I sprained my finger trying to get it to stop.

One of those few, 10/10 records. It's difficult to adequately convey how weird, interesting and refreshing this was when it came out. All of the meticulous details, from the added crackle and pop of a vinyl record, to the vaguely out-of-tune bass on Minus, to the sound of a robot short-circuiting whole breakdancing at the end of Novacane... A huge breath of fresh air after a couple years of huge labels trying to cash in on grunge.

Lots of filler on here. Also, when you have the best vocalist in rock music in your band, why would you insist on singing???

Classic title track, but a little light on much of anything else for me.

Really? THIS is something I NEED TO LISTEN TO BEFORE I DIE??? MAAAAAANNN, FIGURE YOUR SHIT OUT.

No.

"My generation? Yeah, we all used to hang out together in bathrooms, taking turns shitting in one over-burdened toilet. We were responsible for ending the war in Vietnam!" Get fucked.

Well made, but not my thing.

I'm sure this is considered to be a masterpiece by the kinds of people who are into this kind of thing, but I don't get it.

A personal favorite. Formative.

The singles here are huge, but the rest of the album doesn't have the rougher edges I liked from their first couple of records.

Absolutely not.

One of the worst things to come out of 9-11.

Wasn't a huge fan of the MTV Unplugged genre, but I was a fan of Nirvana. Excellent covers on this one.

Excuse me?!? "Where were you while we were getting high"?!? I was serving my country in the Cola Wars, mate. Doing my part. Not having a cheeky jangle and growing my eyebrows out like a knob. It's a little thing called "being a responsible citizen".

Pretty fresh sounding compared to the musical landscape when it was released... Definitely responsible for a lot of other music I liked down the line. I Wanna Be Adored is an all-timer.

Boooooooooooooring.

Can't touch OK Computer. I liked this better when Richard D James did it.

Sure, it's slick, beautifully produced and it's executed with brilliant technical precision. But, it bores the shit out of me so...

One of few artists who's transcendence into a mythical figure is completely warranted. His ability to connect with people of all stripes on the most fundamental levels was unmatched.

Quincey Jones was a beast of a producer, but I am not a fan of MJ's vocals.

The Drums on "Dixie" are great... The rest of it isn't really for me.

The record that jacked up the price of cheap guitar practice amps worldwide... Full of aspirational guitar moves. Greasy in all the best ways.

Trash.

Has some fun moments, but there are much better industrial records. Love a bunch of cheeky dickheads in uniform.

I really don't like folk music, and this is some really folky folk music.

Common People might be one of the best songs of the 90's. Iconic. The rest of the record is no slouch either.

Potentially the best live album ever recorded. The whole band is cooking here.

Stop trying to make Steely Dan happen for me.