1001 Albums Summary

Not my favourite genre, but a good example of pop rock. The guitar and synths used for Jump are well ahead of their time. But other than Jump and Panama I personally find most of it fairly forgettable.

A quintessentially Michael Jackson album full of classic hits that aims to excite and touch my inner child, but rather makes it feel bored and maybe a little uncomfortable. Thriller is a classic hit that has been so run into the ground I'm unable to actually enjoy any part of it except for the unceasing HEE HEEs. If the whole song had been just HEE HEEs, I would genuinely have enjoyed it more. Thriller is obviously the obvious hit, so I was pleasantly surprised when Beat It started playing. Unfortunately, all I could envision was Weird Al inflation porn (which honestly might be better than this album). While I've never been a massive fan of Mr Jacksons work, I can see how it was exciting at the time. The synths, the catchy melodies, poppy tunes, Paul McCartney and MJ having an unusual amount of strange conversation about possessing a woman that kind of felt like she might have been a metaphor for who is going to top, the hee hees, the white glove, the chorus of singers saying "something something Microsoft". It is alI quite theatrical. I definitely have to say that this is a timeless album and doesn't grow old, just like the bodies of those kids buried behind that she'd on the Neverland ranch.

Never heard this album before but actually has some awesome songs. Do it again sounds like something that would play over a montage of someone hustling a casino or something. Most of the rest of the album is chill weed vibes on a blue sky summers day. Steely Dan was a cool guy.

This album is interesting to me for 3 reasons: 1. I only know it because of NV Radio that basically only plays Big Iron. I really enjoy that song because of that game (and all the memes related). Initially hearing it, I didn't enjoy it at all (I'd never listened to 50/60s music that is remotely in this style, even when playing fallout 3), but it became one of the soundscapes of my Mojave adventures. 2. I never expected it to be here. I would have paid money thinking that this was a very unknown album by an unknown artist that noone had ever heard of unless you played NV. But no, apparently one of the 1001 must listens. 3. As previously mentioned, I have not ever listened to music of this era or genre other than in film and other media. In that context it's different. It's tied directly into the story or theme the film is conveying to you so it for the most part fits and isn't really questioned by me or even really analysed in any real way. But I've never sat and listened to a man singing ballads and trail songs. It surprised me that I enjoyed it more than I thought. I'm not going to pretend that I absolutely love this style of music, or that I would have given it as much time or thought if I didn't know how beloved it is by certain autistic friends of mine, but I'm glad I did. Big iron is a fantastic song, no questions asked. I also enjoyed Cool Water, the masters call and found saddle tramp interesting. I do think largely I enjoyed the stories told in these ballads and Marty Robbins voice more than anything. In that way, even the duds were enjoyable. Will I actively listen to this regularly? Probably not. Did I enjoy my time with it and grow an appreciation and understanding for the songs and the genre? I like to think so.

I was initially really excited for this, then I realised I wasn't. The police sound very much the same on just about every track. Message in a bottle is a fucking great song, but it really is one of the songs that leans further away from the weird mix of reggae/punk found on the rest of the album. This is probably why its so much better than anything else on there. Also doesn't hurt that I used to shred that shit on guitar hero. There were some half assed punk songs on there that feels just corny to listen to, like it would be in some shitty XXXX ad where some dudes sinking a mango in his back yard while his kids play cricket with that shitty yellow bat from Kmart. Specifically Its Alright For You. Some of the more Jamaican sounding songs walking on the moon are pretty groovy. I can see a lot of uni kids sparking up to this tune in the 70s for the first time. On Any Other Day is just a dogshit attempt at punk. Real punk sounds grundgey and shit in a good way, this sounds like some corporate shill attempted to recreate the "punk" sound guided by various focus groups. Although, the line "My fine young son has turned out gay" seems pulled directly from Marko's dad's diary. Honestly, I love stings voice and I love a lot of the Police's greatest hits. This album bar like 2 songs is just boring. It just feels like a bit of a limp dick compared to the Police's greatest hits (Roxanne, Dont Stand So Close To Me, Every Breath You Take, Every Little Thing She Does etc.). I'm just going to enjoy this album via guitar hero 2

That fucking stupid fucking brass horn. I couldn't enjoy any part of this album because of that stupid fucking horn section. I don't know if it's even horns, maybe it's saxaphones, or a trombones, or a trumpets idk. Maybe it's a sax and horn together but Jesus Christ it made this album unlistenable. Its just fucking shit. If this music even slightly represents living in England in the 80s, I understand why there are so many fucking stabbings. I would fucking go insane listening to this bullshit. I literally am unable to find something I enjoy about this album. The lead singers voice does have a certain 80s weirdly enjoyable 80s sound to it, but otherwise this band just sucks. I don't hate brass or classical instruments or jazz or anything like that. Just this fucking album. Also, even taking away that, this music is just shit. I didn't enjoy any part of it at all. This just made me want to start rating guns based on mouth feel. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered there's a fucking disk 2 on this album with 21 MORE FUCKING SONGS. It doesn't end. I did not listen to disk 2. I could not stomach it. This album is basic shitty drivvle. I have nothing smart or funny to say about it, it's just fucking garbage. The only time this music should be used is in a movie about England highlighting how much living there sucks. I have given this album 2 stars because it did teach me something about myself: I never knew I could dislike something so much.

This is by far, easily the album I've enjoyed the most reviewing so far. I have never heard of Animal Collective and certainly not this album, but I was so pleasantly surprised when I put the first track on. Initially, the long introduction on "In The Flowers" had me really aprehensive. I thought maybe it was going to be another shitty british rock band trying to have a cool long intro on there first track before breaking into Regatta De Blanc levels of terrible, but boy was I wrong. I love the use of drums, claps, rimshots and other percussion, ethereal sweeping synths, the plucking chords. The vocals are great, however I must admit that I'm not really able to recall a single lyric. I found that they were much more like an instrument then they were used for conveying story or ideas. That could be a bad take, but they blended in with the other sounds so seamlessly that the lyrics seemed not as important. I was an incredibly big fan of songs that started and slowly built into something bigger and more majestic like "My Girls" (one of my favourite song of the album). "Daily Routine" is just majestically beautiful, especially the second half where the vocals are just floating in this cosmic soup of undulating and progressing chords and negative space. It felt like I was travelling through time and space at lightspeed, but in slow motion at the same time. It truly is an amazing piece of music. I was very pleasantly surprised by the start of Guys Eyes where a more traditional dadrock-esque guitar and drum sound is used, which was a nice departure from the rest of the album so far. It naturally progressed to rely on this less, but still a nice change of pace. I was not a huge fan of Bluish or Lions in a Coma, but even these songs were able to change and evolve at the end into something that I enjoyed more. I couldn't quite pick what genre this band is. All I can think is they sound like Pink Floyd if they had access to modern synth equipment and just a dumptruck of acid. There are definitely some great songs on here that I will be listening to again. If I could, I'd give this album 4.5/5, but instead I'll just give it a 4.

I'm bad, I'm bad. Oh fuck I'm bad, so fucking bad. I'm bad bad. I'm a baddy little bad bad, bad boy. Ooh I'm a fucking bad boy who's so naughty bad. Bad bad bad. Mmm little baddy bad naughty bad boy. Fucking bad as fucking shit bad boy. Stinking fucking bad boy ughh, so fucking bad. Bad bad bad. I'm bad.

First off, not a massive blues listener, but this immediately to me sounded like fuck jams. While I probably won't listen to this album again by myself, Mr Hooker obviously is very talented and I certainly was able to appreciate it was quite good. I will definitely put this album on next time I take a strange woman home from Honky Tonks.

The first song on this album sounded almost like a comical take on a jazz musician on SNL. I can imagine some comedian wearing super dark glasses with a cigar doing a bit and just spouting random nonsense like being a "swingin' cat". That said, I can definitely imagine sitting in a club, listening to this and just being fucking entertained. I've never really listened to "spoken word" music before like this, but the jazzy blues ilicited visons of a seedy, underbelly club from the 70s thick with ciggerette smoke and dinner tables with dim bankers lamps infront of the stage. I don't know who was playing the piano but my god, it shines with that sax. Im writing this still in the introduction song, and it's very good. The further I listened, the more it reminded me of a small Jazz band I stumbled onto playing live in this dingy bar in Wellington (Taylor probably knows the one). They were fantastic, noone was really talking, they just stood absolutely attuned to the talent of these artists. This provides the same sort of experience, everyone just drinking and watching. I do really enjoy the crowd sounds on the track, I believe it really adds to this feeling. I enjoyed just about all the tracks on the album. I found On A Foggy Night and Better Of Without A Wife to be not as much my style, but still incredibly well performed or the story telling was great. Tom Waits has an incredible voice with such character. Most interestingly, a lot of the intros with large talking portions with just piano and the bass playing in the background were my favourite. I feel you wouldn't get the full experience without these intros, they are integral to the feeling of the album. I most definitely listen to this album again, and I feel like I have been introduced to a completely new to me genre that I'm excited to explore.

This album is literally one thing: boring. The music on this album isn't necessarily bad or offensive, it's just boring. This might be the fault of my ADHD riddled, stimulant dependant, goonmaxxed brain that subsists on two hundred 6s videos a day to get just the right amount of fried dopamine receptors to make sure I'm unhappy enough to constantly think of killing myself but not so unhappy that I actually kill myself, but it is just so painfully generic. Not one song stood out to me at all, I can't recall one lyric save for There She Goes, which is an average song at best that's been stamped into the brains of all through terrible romcoms of the 90s and early 00s (don't get me wrong, I love a fucking terrible romcom, but the soundtrack often leaves much to be desired). That's the issue, The La's are a one hit wonder, and the one hit off the album sounds nothing like the rest of the tracks. Honestly just about any song off this album by itself is fine, and mixed into a playlist it would be fine. However, being forced to listen to this album in one sitting is like being stuck on hold with some fucking shitty telco for 90m trying to get my NBN fixed. When There She Goes comes on, it's like when you're taken off hold for 30s while an Indian man with a heavy accent spits violently into his headset that is way too close to his mouth, asking me to restart my router again for him. It's better than being on hold, but still fucking annoying. And then back to sitting on hold for another 60 agonising minutes, and you know that cunt has actually taken his headset off and is having lunch or going for a piss and vape and that just makes you even more annoyed. Honestly, the fact that we both know that he isn't going to be able to fix my internet and this whole exercise is a waste of fucking time and he's just gonna get a technician to come out in 3 weeks to fix the issue is what really pisses me off. It's even worse when the internet just fucking fixes itself like 2 days later. Like wtf is this dogshit outfit. I usually switch to a different provider at that point and hope they have a good cheap deal. That said, internet seems to be getting more reliable here in Aus (atleast in my area) but I'm not sure if that's reflected everywhere. And even better, I've managed to palm off managing the internet to my housemate, so I don't have to deal with this bullshit anymore. Luckily we've actually just signed up to a new internet plan that (touch wood) has been great so far and has like an average 240Mbps download at all times which is waaayy more than we need, but is nice to have. Unfortunately my PC has been busted for a while due to a dead CPU (I think, it's throwing a bluescreen MACHINE_CHECK_EXCEPTION error all the time just randomly and it's doing my head in to try and diagnose). See how boring that was to read? That's how I felt listening to this album. Perhaps the La's should've kept this one in the slums of liverpool. At least they had the common decency to stop after one album unlike some *cough The Police cough*

This album was smooth fuck jams and bangers all the way through. Thoroughly enjoyed and will definitely listen to it again

This album was pretty darn good. I found that the music felt well written and composed, the guitars sounded great and the vocals were pretty grungy and rocky which I enjoyed. However, I did think it sounded a lot like other bands of the time (even if it was quite good). That was until I realised this album was released in 1972 - like 5 years before anyone else sounded like this. The first track Highway star really sets a solid tone for the rest of the album. Space truckin is a great time. I don't think there was any song on the album I didn't really find overly bad or boring. That said, I did find smoke on the water ironically to be one of the less exciting tracks. I'd give this album a 7 if I could, so rounding up to a soft 4.

This album is not music. Just because it's presented in a format that is similar to an album, doesn't mean it is music. It's art, not to say if it's good or bad, but it is art. Specifically not music. So, I did a little bit more research on the artist and they were actually originally a visual arts group before moving into music. They like to make confronting and surprising art. From that aspect, this album is kinda cool. The tracks are full of some really cool noises from a time when synths were new, recording technology was taking leaps and boundaries were ripe for the pushing. Some of the tracks sound like they would fit perfectly into a horror movie and evoke pretty interesting images. Some of the sounds and soundscapes have been obviously replicated for use in so many other things, from music to movies. They also were able to record something that is more or less a group experimenting with sound and noise and give it a more than a semblance of cohesion, were able to communicate feelings and provide some really interesting listening experiences. I understand this is pushing the boundaries of technology of the time, recording equipment, experimenting outside the box with noise and sound. And I can really respect that, it's art and it kind of works in some ways. But anyone who calls this 1970s equivalent of a dude basically fucking around with the preset options on a Casio keyboard proper music is fucking retarded. It's not music. Sure it's interesting, but how many times do I have to listen to what sounds like a dude having a tug to JOI torture porn in the back of an old time server room. It's not music, it should not be on this list. Nobody in the history of planet earth has been at a party or driving with their friends in the car and thought "Hmmm, you know what be fucking awesome? Listening to IBM by throbbing gristle! Everyone will surely love and enjoy the incessant boops and beeps for 2:37 - not to mention the whirring!" I guess I can see why it belongs on this list, and I can see that it was influential. But honestly, it was a fucking painful listening experience that I probably won't repeat.

This album has a number of stand out songs and a great sound. A lot of the tracks are definitely classic staples of the Rock/metal genres. Some tracks like You Shook Me and I can't quit you baby lean into the blues aspect of rock which I usually don't personally love a whole lot, but was able to really enjoy listening to this album. Even country aspects make their way into songs like Your Time Is Gonna Come. The last song of the album How many More Times opened with a jazzy, soft drumline that really surprised me. The second half of the song really leans heavily into a more "psychedelic" sound which I rather enjoyed as well. Stand out songs include How Many More Times, Good Times Bad Times, Dazed and Confused, and the aforementioned You Shook Me. I did really appreciate the more up tempo songs like the end of Dazed and confused. Plenty of great guitar solos in this album. Lots of spaces where there is no lyrics and just wailing guitar that build into great swelling moments. Also enjoyed Robert Plant sounding like he was about to bust a fat nut all the time. I do think Robert Plants lyrics really are fantastic too. One things for sure, I can definitely imagine listening to this and taking some heat from Charlie while hanging out the side of a ratty Huey in 1969