finally some good fucking food

i get why people call this the beach boys' masterpiece. it's an excellent example of melancholy/wistful lyrics set to cheerful instrumentation and i loved it way more than i was expecting

it's the killers man idk what to say

heres the thing: i'd love this album based on the instrumentation. if they were just instrumentals i'd give this four stars. however the lead singer has the most interminably incredibly annoying voice i have ever had the displeasure to listen to and it ruins the entire experience because it's like he's taking a cheese grater to my eardrums.

was gonna rate this lower but then i got kicked in the teeth by vienna

it was like, okay. this is the first of the albums i've listened to where i didn't save any of the songs

you know i was expecting to hate this because the infamously overplayed girl from ipanema is on it but as it turns out it's difficult to hold strong negative feelings in my heart for bossa nova. trying to hate this album is like that thing where you try to say the word "bubbles" as angrily as possible - it just becomes silly. it kept me calm through some annoying lab work so it gets a bonus for that

maybe this was interesting or revolutionary or whatever when it came out but to my born-in-2001 ears it just feels... meh. uninteresting composition and mediocre lyrics with plunky first-choice rhymes that do nothing for me. whatever indeed.

the boys are, in fact, back in town. this was really fun to listen to - the excitement of the crowd is infectious and the performance is fantastic

dear diary, today i learned that i don't like yell-singing in music, especially not if the lyrics are thin

real good old man voice. nice guitar. cash is not normally in my wheelhouse but after listening to this maybe he should be

joni does it again. i like the production on this one more than blue (which i gave a 5 because i fat-fingered my phone and submitted it without realising)

mixed feelings on this one. some of it was quite well-constructed. some of it sounded like a better-funded acoustic version of what i'd make as a teenager in garageband during music lessons instead of actually listening to what i was meant to do. some sections were whatever the musical equivalent of a nonsequitur is. i do enjoy the construction/themes of the lyrics though

classic saucy jams and love songs. extremely awkward to listen to whilst extracting RNA from parasitic worms though

i wish this thing had half stars because this is the most two and a half stars album i've ever heard, but for the sake of you don't own me i will round up

it was... fine? quite weird but i've never let that stop me before. not my thing but i am glad i listened to it, sort of

juvenile, grating, unpleasant. like what a mum in a british cartoon from the 90s would think of if she was told to picture rap music. the only thing saving this from being a single star is she's crafty because the idea of one of these chucklefucks bringing home a girl who then steals all their stuff is really really funny

pretty good. not exactly up my street but i liked one night stand

finally some good fucking food

i have always held that sufjan stevens makes music for annoying pretentious gay people. i say this as an annoying pretentious gay person myself, so unfortunately i liked some of the tracks on this

pretty okayish 80s punk rock. androgynous and the first track bump it up a bit for me

worst voice in the world strikes again