There are some albums on this list that make me wonder how they justify their place on the list. The White Room is not one of them. Jimmy Cauty and Bill Drummond not only created a seminal album, but also an entire genre of music. This was one of the first pieces of performance art to crossover into mainstream music, through their clever use of pop hooks and twisting the commercialisation of music into something weird, something novel and fun, but also subversive and cool. Their use of samples, beats and synths all just works - it’s easy to dismiss it as ‘just another Brit electronica album’ but that misses the fact before the KLF they didn’t really exist as they do now - this broke the mould. The hairs on my neck still stand up when I hear the start of 3AM Eternal and What Time Is Love - powerful floor filling bangers that have stood the test of time. The KLF, also know as the Timelords, the Justified Ancients of MuMu - changed the face of music forever with one album. The White Room.

Bland, soulless music for middle class dinner parties where the food is varying shades of grey, and the conversation dull. Utterly pointless drivel.

5/5 for this absolute classic.

Classic 60’s songs, with Mama Cass’s amazing vocals. Loved it.

What a debut. Hard hitting, infectious and full of hits

Not my thing..

Pointless, self indulgent pap.

It’s Bob Dylan! It’s also… only ok? There’s a few standout tracks, but as always, I feel that Bob writes better poetry than songs. They’re more impactful on the written page.

One of the most overrated albums of all time. Anodyne, over produced, commercially cynical, not a single song on this LP even compares to the likes of the Supremes. It would be harmless pap, but the cynicism just bleeds through so much.

Overrated, overblown, ego filled shite. It was football terrace chant shite when it came out, it remains shite now. In fact, I’d say it’s now like dogshit that’s been out in the sun for too long and has gone furry - it’s mouldy, pointless Dadrock for idiots who barely scrape two syllable words together. Needs to be consigned to the trash heap along with the idiotic brothers Gallagher.

Overrated, pretentious, overblown, meandering pap. By this point the drugs had well and truly got hold of Lennon, combined with the talentless Yoko’s influence just ruined one of the countries best song writers. There’s one outstanding track which earns the one star - Working Class Hero. The rest deserve to be consigned to the bin

After Surfa Rosa and Doolittle, I did wonder whether the Pixies could pull three absolutely amazing albums out of the hat - and they did. It’s all there - the growl of Frank Black, the accompanying harmonies of Kim Deal, the guitars of Joey Santiago - and it just works. The Pixies were, and remain, the GOAT.

It’s good, but not War’s best. The title track is a banger.

Yes it’s dated now, yes it’s a bunch of cliched AOR staples, yes it has about as much depth as a summer puddle, but I defy anyone to not shout along to Livin’ On A Prayer or Wanted Dead Or Alive if they hear them in the car or in a bar. And for that it gets 3 solid stars.

Classic 60’s flower power era folksy, gentle songs.

A great piece of 90’s Britpop!

There is music before IV came out, and then there’s music after IV came out. IV set the yard stick for rock for decades - and remains a high point. Yes, Stairway has become almost a cliche, but so have sayings from Shakespeare, Dickens and Austin - they all share one thing: Our language, our culture is enriched by their existence. It’s that good.

I hadn’t heard this before, but I really quite liked it. Clever arrangements, poetic lyrics, harking back to a feeling of the Roaring 20’s in places, a quintessentially English country feel in others. A nice collection of well made songs.

I can’t fault this album at all. It’s a perfect slice of 60’s Americana, perfectly framing the time.

From the opening bars of Five Years, to the final orchestral chords of Rock N Roll Suicide, Ziggy is the perfect glam rock album.

Well… this is a strange one, and didn’t know what to expect. But crikey, what an album. Dark yet somehow airy, the harmonies the Beach Boys are famous for are there but the lyrical detail fights with the style, to great effect. It’s not Pet Sounds, but it’s a damn great album.

There are some albums on this list that make me wonder how they justify their place on the list. The White Room is not one of them. Jimmy Cauty and Bill Drummond not only created a seminal album, but also an entire genre of music. This was one of the first pieces of performance art to crossover into mainstream music, through their clever use of pop hooks and twisting the commercialisation of music into something weird, something novel and fun, but also subversive and cool. Their use of samples, beats and synths all just works - it’s easy to dismiss it as ‘just another Brit electronica album’ but that misses the fact before the KLF they didn’t really exist as they do now - this broke the mould. The hairs on my neck still stand up when I hear the start of 3AM Eternal and What Time Is Love - powerful floor filling bangers that have stood the test of time. The KLF, also know as the Timelords, the Justified Ancients of MuMu - changed the face of music forever with one album. The White Room.

What a terrible album. The only reason this ever got coverage was for the Fatboy Slim remix of Brimful of Asha. 1 star.

Not a great fan of Neil Young, so this was a bit of a slog, a few decent songs, but very nothing to light a fire.

I’d never heard of this album, but I’m glad I have now. The composition, artistry and themes are wonderful, the mix of influences just works so well. Loved it.

Hasn’t aged well - a few decent tracks, but nothing special.

Just didn’t grab me.

Eurgh, no matter how much I’m told she was a trailblazer, a wild spirit and huge influence, I just can’t abide Marianne Faithful.

It’s Kate Bush. It’s ethereal, quirky and amazing. Tempted to knock a star off for not being Hounds of Love, but holy heck it’s a stunning album.

Coming off the back of Toys In The Attic, it suffers a lot. There’s no hook song - no instant classic. It’s one of the Aerosmith albums you forget easily.

Absolute banger of an album. The title track is of course the hook, but even that is overshadowed by the likes of Cherish, Express Yourself, Dear Jessie (my favourite track on the album) and Oh Father. The segue between Dear Jessie - a pure piece of candy floss pop, perfect for what De La Soul referred to as the Daisy Age, and the deep, soulful, heart rending Oh Father just works perfectly. I love this album.

A piece of post-punk, avant-pop history. Tinny guitars, off kilter beats and anguished singing make for a curates egg of an album - not sure if I like it or not, but enough here to make me come back for repeated listens.

As with Beck, Eels have an otherworldly feel to them, one that I love.

Now this is an album. From the riffs on NWO, to the groove of Jesus Built My Hotrod, to the searing noise of TVII and the darkness of Scarecrow, Jourgensen and Barker created one of the most influential industrial metal albums of all time. Picking up where A Mind… left off, this album is a sonic soundscape of hard hitting beats. Often imitated - never bettered.

A perfect Concept album..

One of my favourite 90’s metal albums.

Bland, soulless music for middle class dinner parties where the food is varying shades of grey, and the conversation dull. Utterly pointless drivel.

Lift music. Just nothing more than that. Over rated Muzak.

Overrated, over hyped.

Nope, not giving a pedo anymore than one star. I couldn’t give two tosses how good they are.

Nope, can’t bring myself to give a racist arsehole who shat all over his legacy in the Smiths more than one star.

I know I should love this. I know it’s a classic. But I just can’t gel with Dylan’s delivery. His lyrics are amazing, the poetry unsurpassed, but his voice just grates. In the hands of others these songs would fly, so he loses a star from what otherwise would be a five star album.

It’s Geezer. It’s Tony. It’s Tommy. It’s Ozzy. Without these four Aston lads there would be no Heavy Metal as we know it. From the sound of the rain at the very start of the album, to the final chords of Wicked World, Sabbath laid down the blueprint for the next 50 years of heavy music.

It’s Coldplay. It’s bland. Not a single song stands out as memorable. It’s just… dinner party music for boring people.

Pure slice of Americana - a raw, somewhat simple record, it’s beautiful

Yet more over hyped, overblown dadrock by one half talented brother and one total idiot.