I didn't know I like Bowie until this listening project. I like Bowie. This record was terrific.

What is this? Why does it exist? It’s a curiosity, and not in a good way. The person who thought “a soundtrack, no, the score, to a movie I’m not clever enough to write, but without the movie,” should be jailed. Next to that person, whomever participated in placing this garbage on this list. It degrades the entire thing by its presence. It’s the first record I couldn’t finish. You couldn’t pay me. A just world would delete all copies this and pretend it never existed.

If a person pushed me down, shat in my ear, used their finger to push that shat further into my head, then flipped me over and repeated the act on the other side, it would still be preferable to ever hearing this record again.

At three hours, this is an album to listen to until you die. Currently playing as the soundtrack at a casual clothing store in your local mall.

What if Jefferson Airplane went to a renaissance faire? And then an Irish jig was sometimes performed. Come find out!

Listen to the Oceans 11 soundtrack. Then come listen to this. I think there is a glitch in the matrix. But this record it brilliant fun.

The down-votes of this record as “dated” are unhinged. Don’t trust these people to tell you the color of the sky. This record is an artifact of a time and sound, and it’s a brilliant one at that.

I like folk music. I like 60s/70s folk music. This, though, is just uninteresting. There is nothing different or distinct happening here.

Only meant to be heard while high.

This is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard. There were parts that were legitimately interesting, but by the end, I wanted Frankie to make a visit.

I didn't know I like Bowie until this listening project. I like Bowie. This record was terrific.

Brilliant doesn’t describe this. A lyricist with few peers, calling out from far beyond the grave, reminding us of what timeless means. Then, a then-modern twist, that somehow feels both of Guthrie’s time, and of our own, played exquisitely. This is a masterpiece.

What is this? Why does it exist? It’s a curiosity, and not in a good way. The person who thought “a soundtrack, no, the score, to a movie I’m not clever enough to write, but without the movie,” should be jailed. Next to that person, whomever participated in placing this garbage on this list. It degrades the entire thing by its presence. It’s the first record I couldn’t finish. You couldn’t pay me. A just world would delete all copies this and pretend it never existed.

You walk into a college party in 1997, but it's a movie. They couldn't afford to get popular bands to fill the soundtrack, so they found a close recreation, and used that instead. That's Shack. This is a compliment. It sounds like 90s poppier college rock, but on a budget.

Yoko is a criminal.

If a space alien came to earth and asked hear one record demonstrating what 70s classic rock is, this would be a terrific choice.

Write a third song already.

It’s Abby Road. In five hundred years, this will be one of the surviving artifacts, a masterpiece of our time. Three armed kids with lizard noses will learn these songs the way our kids learn Mozart.

A masterpiece. That’s all. Just a masterpiece.

It’s a fine record. Take away the pretense and it’s perfectly fine. But it thinks it’s smart and that makes it annoying.

The weird thing about this record is there are some interesting musical things going on, but the lyrics were written by an untalented child.

Pointless noise.

Remember Julia Stiles character in “10 Things I Hate About You?” She used guitar to start a band. It was terrible.

I’m a middle aged white guy. This is practically holy scripture.