Much of the discourse surrounding The Doors relates to Jim Morrison’s almost divinely sensual mystique. And while his musings certain contribute significantly to the creative accolades of the band, The Doors are more than Morrison alone. Ray Manzarek’s genius, I would suggest, is at the heart of The Doors’ sound; they would be unrecognizable without his lines driving , his solos disorienting, ultra-psychedelic.

I can’t say I’ve heard an album do a better job blending modern and vintage sounds. Amy Winehouse nods to Ella Fitzgerald and Ronnie Spector but adds something entirely her own, making for a timeless delight.

Yummy

Need to listen again sometime in the future for better analysis.

I didn’t like that Strange cover.

In an attempt to capture a more commercial audience, Metallica arrived at a air guitar-ing, power chord-chug-chugging, “YEAH-HEYAH!”-inducing hour and 2 minutes of badassery. Though not as complex or unique as, say, Master of Puppets, The Black Album was the perfect gateway drug for fledgeling metal fans — accessible without being antiseptic.

Can’t get the stink off … holy cow

Unique (and enjoyable) guitar parts and a couple of songs to my taste, especially “Petit Metier”, but something about it wasn’t really my thing. I do understand the appeal, though — Songhoy Blues have really got something going for them.

One of the greatest and most iconic of post punk albums, Unknown Pleasures is timeless, a pleasure known well in the music world.

A truly creative and unserious serious work of art, 3 Feet High and Rising is a diverse, absurdly funny mainstay in my daily rotation. “I could hold two pieces of doo-doo in my hand,” it’s “Delacratic.”

I’m not sure that this needed to be a double LP — there were definitely some stand out tracks, but a sizable portion seemed to be same-y filler. A little too far on the R.E.M. side of pink, but enough edge to be enjoyable overall.

It’s like Love’s Forever Changes but they were in a silly mood. Like if gremlins made it. And if gremlins were the only thing keeping Jesus and a Moai statue from feuding.

Much of the discourse surrounding The Doors relates to Jim Morrison’s almost divinely sensual mystique. And while his musings certain contribute significantly to the creative accolades of the band, The Doors are more than Morrison alone. Ray Manzarek’s genius, I would suggest, is at the heart of The Doors’ sound; they would be unrecognizable without his lines driving , his solos disorienting, ultra-psychedelic.

I can’t say I’ve heard an album do a better job blending modern and vintage sounds. Amy Winehouse nods to Ella Fitzgerald and Ronnie Spector but adds something entirely her own, making for a timeless delight.