1001 Albums Summary

Another talented narcissist.

An album where all the songs start to sound the same.

Pretty depressing. That's all I can say.

Another live hard die young musician. It's hard to know what he might have become if he wasn't stomped by the horse.

Is it Rock? Is it Blues? Is it some kind of New Age Folk? Does it matter? The voice sucks you in while the instrumentals surround you.

Nothing but a whole lotta noise.

Masterful!

Folk with orchestral layers.

Ho, hum.

It's okay ......

I remember being hyped into buying an Arcade Fire CD way back when. For some reason I didn't think they were great then, and it hasn't aged well for me. Ho-hum pretentious rock.

Some albums were just meant to be the way they are.

Long live Neil!

Nothin' but rude noise.

It's like the guy got up in the morning and thought he was Gordon Lightfoot, and by lunch he turned into Jim Croce before rocking his Cat Stevens sometime after supper.

Okay. Just okay.

Took me back in time. Not sure I wanted to go.

Not more Arcade Fire ......

Rhythm, harmony, soul. Whether or not reggae is your thing, you gotta respect a master of the craft.

I loved these guys, watching them on the TV when I was a kid. Turns out the music is pretty good too. And tidal has a high res (48K/24Bit) version. All the way from 1967. Whodathunkit?

Couldn't make it past the first song. Nuff said.

Oh man. I got on this elevator and the music put me into such a stupor I was barely able to press the button and stumble off and out on the fourth floor. If I'd kept going It would have left me comatose.

Give The Big Chair a time out in the corner. It got lost somewhere in its past and didn't make it out. Shed no Tears.

Who says rock can't be layered and multidimensional.

Well crafted, just not my thing.

No pretending here.

Run David Bowie, Lou Reed and Tom Waits through a blender and give it some pop. A little bit too much angst, but good all the same.

Crafted with skill, it soothes the soul.

Okay, I guess, if you have a cut down Honda Civic with dark tinted windows and a back seat full of speakers. For normal people, not so much.

Dark matter. I guess you have to be in a bad place in the wee hours of the morning to really get it.

The man lived a lifetime of mess, but boy could he make music.

The man lived a lifetime of mess, but boy could he make music.

Sixties Brit Rock, a little uneven, tiring to listen to, a product of its time.

A troubadour for the ages. No five for Joni, she's a TEN!

A classic Jazz Crooner. What a voice.

A few good songs, the rest starts to sound the same.

Stevie Wonder - I have no words, just FIVE STARS!

A virtuoso performance by one of the premier bands of all time. A big score.

A wonderful lyricist and good musical technician. I've always got time for a little Beck. Maybe not every day (I don't want to get too depressed), but sprinkle him in here and there as part of a complete diet.

Same beat, different day. Not my thing.

Hard to believe this is almost sixty years old. There must have been some wild trippin' in those good ole days. Sounds like the trip isn't over.

Smooooooth.

More noise......

Just not totally my thing.

The sort of music you can listen to all day without fatigue.

Something I had never listened to, but I think could easily hear more.

An all time great, for sure. Long live Bob.

In the middle of this one I dozed off and dreamt I was listening to REM. Overrated and pretentious. Maybe both of them.

Somewhere, somehow, Janis is still singing. And if that voice doesn't get you on this album, the guitar and percussion will pull you through.

Just okay.

When you listen to this album you can hear everything it influenced for the next fifty years.

Magical. Gone too young leaving too little.

Bruuuuuuce! Long may The Boss run!

A little too smooth to be my thing, but Cool, nonetheless.

The Zeppelin still flying high after all these years.

I'm now less some time I can't ever get back after listening to this garbage.

Turned out to be really interesting.

The sounds of a generation.

I wanted to slit my wrists but I got too depressed to move.

My ears were tired after the third song. I desperately needed relief, so I went and scratched my nails on a chalkboard. Problem solved.

Stick a fork in my eye and get me out of here.

If all your old disco records from way back when are gathering mould buried under a pile of junk in your parents' basement, you could go dig them out and play them. But why would you want to?

It's Adele! Nuff said.

Solid.

Another one of those noise albums that might have sold well in it's day but hasn't aged well.

Gotta like a little twang every now and then

Each track. Same electronic riffs. Same beat. Different words. Same bad vibe. Music To Jilt A Generation.