1001 Albums Summary

a very familiar listen for me at this point! this album was one of a few that provided me a "way in" when I was first trying to get familiar with the history of jazz. I was an alt-rock and prog kid first, and I was about 4-5 years into my journey as a saxophonist, so at first I gravitated towards various flavors of fusion. fusion often has one foot in the world of rock music, but the universe of funk music presented here by Herbie and His Hunters was something alien for me at the time. having listened to this album dozens of times for over a decade, I've come to really appreciate the overall mood it places me in. it really feels like funk music that got inflicted with a heavy dose of jazz, rather than the other way around. the pockets from Hancock's rhythm section (Paul Jackson, Harvey Mason & Bill Summers) run incredibly deep; they're just as capable of creating that signature hypnosis-through-repetition effect of the best funk (the opening few minutes of "Chameleon" being the best example) as they are at providing a playground for Hancock and Bennie Maupin to weave some incredible jazz yarns (Maupin's soprano solo on "Sly" is easily the highlight of the whole record for me). the lack of a guitar (other than the bass guitar, I mean) definitely gives the timbre of this album a kind of dryness that really works in its favor. the arrangement of "Watermelon Man" here may be the definitive version of the song; the bridge on Ab7 is a welcome addition that I miss when I play the Takin' Off version on jam sessions (ditto for the entire form of "Chameleon" with all the different bridge sections and solo vamps!). "Vein Melter" also grows on me a little more each time I listen; the synth strings on that track, and throughout the album, are the one part I would say hasn't aged as well as the rest. on the whole I was shocked at how contemporary this album still sounds in many respects, especially "Vein Melter", which stands out as a precursor to the ground that experimental groups like The Necks would later break. I guess I'm just a sucker for ambient, extended harmonies over a slow drum pattern! an album I can listen to at any time, in any place, and guarantee myself a good 42 minutes. strong 9/10.

in theory, as a former prog kid who knows and enjoys many of Supertramp's radio hits, I should be really into this. but for some reason, it just didn't leave a whole lot of an impression. the scope of this band's ambition is in full display from front to back (kudos to the sharp production on this album, which presents these complex studio arrangements with pristine clarity!), and there's plenty of moments across these songs that I think come together in a really satisfying way (the end of "Rudy" probably being my favorite example), but on the whole I find it kind of unfulfilling. in trying to reach a middle ground between the complexity of progressive rock and the accessibility of pop, it sort of compromises on both ends. many of these songs aim for a kind of theatricality and camp that feels somewhat kneecapped by the band's need to play things so straight. it may grow on me with repeated listens, and I'm definitely interested in seeing where the band took this sound on their later 70s output, but I do have to wonder why this album was chosen for the 1001 over one of their later ones. I feel like I'm still hearing a band finding their footing, despite a few standouts like "Bloody Well Right" and the title track. some great saxophone solos too! strong 6/10.

this won Album of the Year at the Grammys, which seems unthinkable in the current era of monogenre pop and hip hop slop those Awards are currently steeped in. this is a bold artistic statement the likes of which you just don't see as often in the rock music mainstream anymore. but, like with Supertramp yesterday, there's a lot here I should love, yet somehow I don't find myself getting sucked into this album's (admittedly very strong) songs and overall conceptual angle. I, too, grew up in the American suburbs, and relate very strongly to the feelings of alienation and desire for something "more" that many of this album's best songs capture quite well! one thing holding me back from full-on enjoyment here is that, across this tracklist, I'm mostly reminded of the artists Arcade Fire are obviously drawing their inspiration from, and part of me feels like I'd rather just listen to them instead. you've got folkloric heroes like Neil Young and Tom Petty, stadium stalwarts like U2 and Springsteen, maybe even some of AF's own indie contemporaries like M83 and Sufjan Stevens. obviously we all have to be inspired by something, but I'm not sure if I get anything out of this album that I couldn't already get somewhere else. beyond that, while these are some grand, sweeping songs (the string arrangements from Owen Pallett are especially noteworthy) that are often pretty earworm-y, something about the way they're presented feels like there's something being held back from me. I wish these mixes were a little more enveloping; I wish the performances went for a little more blood; I wish there were a few more surprises on the songwriting end. as it stands, this is pretty standard stadium indie fare; if you're into that sort of thing, you'll get more than your fill here. but at 16 tracks and over an hour in duration, it's a bit of a hard sell for me. light 6/10.

let's not pull any punches – the most important drummer on this album is Tony Allen. his drumming embodies all the finest parts of a myriad of traditions from Nigeria, America, England and elsewhere, and it sets up the entirety of The Africa '70 up for great success on both sides of this thrilling live-in-studio session (recorded at Abbey Road!), both with and without Ginger Baker. Fela Kuti's songs and Tony Allen's drums pretty much ARE the sound of Afrobeat to me at this point. that's no disrespect to Baker, who does remarkably well here! Baker was well-known for being kind of an asshole, but he definitely doesn't play like one here, injecting just the right amount of vitality into side B without stomping on Allen's (or anyone else's) toes. part of what draws me so strongly to the few Afrobeat albums I've listened to is the presence of so many engaging layers of rhythm, especially compared to Western funk music which I find, despite its superficial similarities to Afrobeat, is much more minimal in comparison. on this album, even with two drummers, a sizeable percussion section, rhythm guitar, horns and some unflinchingly repetitive basslines, there's a precision at play in every moment here that's difficult to ignore. yes, this is basically a jam session recording where a band plays four chords for around 8 to 13 minutes apiece, which I imagine is some listeners' idea of hell. if that's you, though, I would implore you to turn your attention away from pitch content! light 9/10.

I'm only five albums in, but 4/5 have been from the early seventies, and 2/5 have featured members of Cream. this is some freaky RNG! from my very cursory research, it seems like Derek and the Dominos was created out of a desire for Eric Clapton to just play some music, maaan, regardless of how it would be received by the audience he'd built up with Cream and Blind Faith. given that pure intent, and the fact that I'm by no means a Clapton fan—apart from his history of virulent racism and conspiracy-mongering, I think he's merely a good guitarist rather than a great one—I approached this with as open a mind as I could muster. I've certainly enjoyed music by people I find just as repugnant as him (if not more), so I really tried not to let my personal perception of Clapton have an effect on my stance regarding this album. that being said, I am bored to tears by this blues rock sound! every third laundromat, grocery store and radio station in my area serves an endless rotation of songs in this vein, and I am so deeply NOT the target audience for it! I don't really have an issue with straight-up blues guitar playing, but if you're going to infuse a rock element into it, I'm going to need a lot more in the songwriting department! Clapton's middling guitar antics and utterly vacant vocal presence can only take me so far! I can appreciate that this is probably the best batch of guitar performances I've heard from Clapton across an entire album, but when Duane Allman smokes him just about every time they trade solo blows, it's kind of a moot point. Bobby Whitlock's backing vocals really get under my skin, which is a shame since I like his keys. 77 minutes??? I'd maybe return to three tracks here. this truly is "Layla" and some other songs. most of the rest of the covers are utterly banal, and the originals? imagine being down this bad for a happily married woman! I'd maybe be willing to look past that, the ugly core of this album, if the music moved me, but on the whole, it very much did not. I'm gonna go watch some B.B. King clips on YouTube. decent 4/10.

this one started out pretty unassuming, but a few songs in, it totally had me hooked. by the time I got to "Vow" I fully got it: "grunge" music, but through a studio pop lens! kind of a cool angle that I hadn't really considered. it makes for a listen that's pretty easy-going and slick (this is a Butch Vig production, after all), but which still maintains a genuinely sinister undertone throughout. it won't weigh as heavily on your brain as a Live Through This or a Dirt, but there's definitely something slightly morbid going on here. like all the best "grunge" (kind of a crappy term, but you know what I mean), strong hooks, melodies and riffs abound here. but plenty of this album's best elements—Shirley Manson's somewhat understated presence as a lead vocalist, the prominence of loops and synths and non-diegetic noises of all sorts, the overall Wall of Sound quality of the production—make this a really unique listen compared to most of the other music I think about from this scene and this era. the sound palette here does a great job at synthesizing various nineties trends together. reading up a bit on Garbage's origins as a remix group also helped the material here come into focus; i can imagine the straightforward rock versions of pretty much all of these songs, and they're all much less interesting than these final products! decent 8/10.

in May of 2020, when I listened to the entire Bowie solo discography, I ranked this album his second best. it's a decision I still stand by! sorry, I just really love Blackstar, but in terms of "classic" Bowie, this is the album I reach for first. it's just such a succinct and perfect encapsulation of this artist (artists, if we take Brian Eno and Tony Visconti into account) at the peak of his powers! it may not have legendary, generationally anthemic songs with roof-tearing vocal performances like Hunky Dory or Ziggy Stardust or Station to Station, but so much of what makes this album special is its understatedness and brevity. the A-side is 7 flawless rock miniatures, all clocking in around 3 minutes or less, all replete with brilliant details in their pristinely engineered instrumentation, with heavy layers of Eno synths masterfully woven into the fabric for good measure. in many ways these songs (and others from the Berlin years) feel the bedrock of new wave and post-punk. even the instrumental songs are full of intrigue! the stakes on these tracks are much lower than they've been on previous Bowie albums, but there's a straightforwardness to the songwriting on this A-side, particularly in the lyrics, which I find really compelling. "Sound and Vision" might be the most "perfect" song in the entire Bowie catalog, and there's quite a few contenders there! then side B transports you somewhere else entirely. Eno takes center stage, with Bowie acting more as an object in the musical scene than a central figure across 4 grandiose slabs of ambient goodness. fuzzy string patches, Steve Reich-esque marimbas, thundering bass tones, droning vocals, and a ton of electronic pads all come together in various flavors. the connection these tracks have to the 7 rock songs that came before them isn't immediately obvious, but they just make sense together. with the rock side, you get terse reflections on David Bowie's state of mind as he tried to kick his various vices to the curb, and with the ambient side, that focus shifts outwardly to his immediate surroundings in West Berlin and the quiet horror of the Cold War. I can't imagine one without the other! this is one of the most transcendent listening experiences you can find in the entire rock music canon. 10/10.

(this review is for the original UK tracklist.) this solves a lot of the issues I had with Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs a couple days ago. in that review, I mentioned my burnout when it comes to the classic blues rock sound, but I mean, Hendrix is Hendrix! if you need ME to tell you he's in a league of his own, you should probably get out more! whereas Layla felt, to my ears, fairly reserved and polite, this is fully in-your-face. for as much as Derek and The Dominos pulled out all the stops in terms of their production and instrumentation, there's just no competing with a trio in the raw, especially one with Jimi Hendrix at the helm. the interplay between Hendrix, Noel Redding and Mitch Mitchell is undeniable; the kinship they all felt with boundary-pushing small groups in the jazz world at the time, particularly the mid-sixties John Coltrane Quartet, is deeply felt throughout this tracklist. Mitchell's drumming in particular is show-stopping, to the point that I sometimes find myself focusing on him more than Hendrix! i also appreciate the very rough production and mix, which perfectly matches the Experience's unfiltered approach. Hendrix's blown-out guitar tone and experimentation with distortion and feedback point in the direction of future trends in guitar music like heavy metal, noise rock, totalism and a whole lot more. it wouldn't surprise me if Hendrix emboldened later avant-garde and fusion guitar icons like Sonny Sharrock and John McLaughlin to keep pumping up the volume! to this day, he's revered as one of the finest guitar soloists of all time (for good reason!), but his abilities as a writer of riffs and songs were also incredibly strong. you've got heavy, bluesy earworms ("Foxy Lady", "Manic Depression", "Fire", "Remember"), mind-altering slabs of psychedelia ("I Don't Live Today", "Third Stone From the Sun", the title track), and even a tender ballad ("May This Be Love")! this definitely gave me the itch to return to Axis and Electric Ladyland soon. maybe some of the live records too. strong 8/10.

this is day three in a row that I've found myself playing a bit of a game with this 1001 Albums challenge. I'm calling it "Cool, But I Already Know That One!" in elementary school, one of the only resources I was aware of for discovering new music was the radio. since I grew up on Long Island, that meant a lot of my first music discoveries came from 102.3 WBAB, Long Island's Only Classic Rock Station. while I've bemoaned my frustrations with the omnipresence of classic rock radio and the classic rock canon quite a lot in my adult years (and even once or twice in this list already), I have to credit WBAB (and Guitar Hero, of course) for starting me on this long journey we call Being A Total Music Dork as a kid in my mom's car. since it was always the more experimental or progressive stuff that piqued my interest, Rush's radio hits, especially the ones from the A-side of this album, left a huge impression. this some of the most delicately constructed rock music of its kind! all the best aspects of Rush's prior work as progressive juggernauts are present here, but even at their most ambitious, they always have one foot on the ground, and that's in the form of some tremendous pop songwriting. lyricist Neil Peart delivers some of his best, most evocative stanzas here, which Alex Lifeson and Geddy Lee match with some stupendous music. fun time signature changes, astute riffing, and tons of great melodies from Lee. did I mention the synths? too cool. oh, and Peart's drumming is pretty good, too, I guess. "Tom Sawyer", "Witch Hunt" and "Vital Signs" speak to non-conformity, prejudice, and people that deviate from the norm. these are common tropes in Peart's writing which I can definitely get behind, unlike the Objectivist stuff! "Red Barchetta" and "The Camera Eye" share a focus on the sensual experiences of being in a sports car and a bustling city, respectively. they're easily the album's two loftiest songs compositionally, so I like that their lyrics are less abstract to balance it out. "Limelight" is an ode to the barriers artists often have to put up around themselves to keep doing their jobs, particularly as they accumulate fame. Lifeson's solo on this one is deeply moving; to this day, it's probably my favorite Rush song. and "YYZ" is about planes or something. the first five tracks here are one of the most legendary runs in the entire canon! i really like the last two songs, don't get me wrong, but the A-side and "The Camera Eye" could be the entire album and I'd probably still call it one of my favorites of this era. decent 9/10.

an album I like a good deal, but one which I don't have much to say about, apart from "wow, this is layered!" the operative word here is "Big". this is quintessential eighties pop rock fare from top to bottom; most of these songs hit you with a wall constructed of shimmery guitars, icy synths, big drums dipped in thick reverb, and gripping vocal leads. over time, I've grown to really appreciate the tropes from this era of pop, tacky though they may appear on the surface to modern ears! this decade had a very particular production quality, an ethereal nature that always nevertheless feels like it's operating at a slight distance from me as a listener. there's a sort of intrigue in that dynamic that Tears for Fears, Talk Talk, Kate Bush, Depeche Mode and many more utilized to pretty tremendous success. the three biggest (and Big-est) songs here are big for a reason! I'm not sure I had ever heard the full 6+ minute version of "Shout" before but, damn, it's worth every second! a simple, perfectly orchestrated slow build if ever there was one. do I need to say anything about "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" other than "how did this almost not make the album?" I almost forgot "Head Over Heels" existed, so it was a pleasant surprise to be reminded of it again; I'll never get sick of a crafty modulation between a song's verse and chorus. the deeper cuts are nothing to sneeze at either! "The Working Hour" has some incredible saxophone work from Will Gregory; "Mothers Talk" has maybe the album's most infectious drum pocket; "I Believe" feels like a cabaret number floating through space; and I like how "Broken" frames "Head Over Heels" and gives it a greater musical context to exist in, then leads into the dreamy, near-ambient closer, "Listen". I definitely didn't expect to like this as much as I did! hoping for more surprises like that in the days to come. light 9/10.

oof. bad roll to get this early on. day 11? could Mr. Rock have waited until day 1001? Kid Rock may be one of the first contemporary conservative grifters; despite his bougie upbringing as the son of auto tycoons, his music deliberately appeals to the sensibilities of a particular kind of working class Republican voter, the type that might self-identify as "trailer trash" or some other rural descriptor. Rock's grift has gotten more obvious over time (especially in the Biden years), but a lot of the right-wing signifiers he hit us with on "Don't Tell Me How to Live" are also present on this, his breakout album. it's brash, crass, trashy and politically incorrect, and makes no apologies for any of that; unfortunately, like most self-styled "provocateurs" on the right who make it their bread and butter to talk a never-ending stream of edgy tripe, hardly any of it lands hard enough to really be all that offensive. that's true for "Don't Tell Me How to Live", and it was just as true here. Rock even drops the n-word on the closing track and it barely registers! why does he always talk about holding it down for Dixie? he's from Michigan! I'm all for hip hop and rock music coming together, but only if they're both done to a satisfactory level. with this album, the rock never rises above the level of corny pentatonic hard rock and heavy metal schlock. this album's riffs are universally limp and lifeless; even Limp Bizkit has a great riff every now and again! the country nods are similarly terrible, and now part of me has this terrible feeling that, if this album wasn't (somehow) a smash commercial and critical success, we might have been spared the whole bro country trend. Kid Rock is also, bar none, one of the worst rappers of all time. his flows are embarrassingly rudimentary, and his lyrical abilities are basically nonexistent outside of the ability to rhyme the ends of lines. Eminem's verse on "Fuck Off" is an oasis in the midst of the Sahara the rest of this album's rapping presents. late nineties Em laid way back on drum pockets in a way I absolutely adore. the thing that I think truly gets my goat with this album, though? most of these songs are about absolutely nothing. booze, drugs, sex (sometimes implied to be with underage girls?), partying. great. not like we already have exactly one billion much better songs about those exact things! and when Rock does try to maintain a topical focus, it's mind-numbing. you want to be a cowboy? again, you're from Michigan. you think the mother of your daughter is a slut? you should probably unpack that one with some professional help. "Only God Knows Why" gestures in the direction of dealing with some personal issues, but again, it's hardly about anything at all. "Devil Without a Cause" is an apt title, but not in the way I think Kid Rock wanted it to be. I literally don't know what his cause is here. I have an idea of what he thinks it is, but it absolutely does not translate into the music. this is easily the worst rap rock I've ever heard in my life, and I'd be very surprised if there's an album on the list that's worse than this. strong 1/10.

this is the first Blur album I've listened to from front to back. I didn't really connect with it, and I think that's for two reasons. first of all, I don't have the context of their previous work leading up to this, which features a much more specific Britpop sound, rather than this album's more general alternative rock palette. and second of all, I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy. it's interesting to see which UK artists manage to make an impact here in the States and which ones don't. our knowledge of the music of the British Isles tends to be pretty scattershot for that reason; Blur didn't really manage to catch the mass attention of Americans until this, their fifth album, six years into their career. is it because they started listening to American "college rock" bands and writing more American-esque songs on this one? well, Oasis made a huge splash with their sophomore album two years before this, and even well before that, there's a well-documented history of Americans being fascinated by a "British" musical aesthetic that dates back to the Beatles and the Kinks. for Blur, I think it may have something to do with how their sound and lyrical attitude reflect a particular kind of English cynicism, one that I don't get much out of since I've never even set foot in the UK, whereas we Yanks tend to prefer a general sense of optimism out of our British pop bands. undeniably, this album feels like it was written for a more international audience; the main way the Americanisms of this album come through, for me, is in this album's rough-around-the-edges presentation. there's still some polish and refinery on display on songs like "Beetlebum" and "M.O.R.", but most of the parts of this album that excite me are ones that start to feel a bit like they're breaking down. Blur were particularly influenced by Pavement when they wrote this batch of songs, and the best moments here definitely feel like they were recorded in view of a shrine of Stephen Malkmus. sonically, I think this record exists in a really cool nineties rock middle ground between the noisier sounds of American indie bands and the sophisticated arrangements of Britpop acts. which is why it pains me to say that I didn't really connect with this album that well from a compositional perspective! I like the opening two tracks, but everyone does. I don't really get as excited about any of the other songs here apart from the last two, and by the time they come on, the album's already over! there's a lot of neat sounds and good songs in the middle (some that remind me of the future sounds of Damon Albarn's Gorillaz), but none of them really blow me out of the water or catch my attention in any big way. there's a couple older Blur albums left on this list, and I hope that listening to them deepens my appreciation of what the band put together here. I appreciate the craftsmanship on display here, but I think having more of a familiarity with where these guys were coming from musically might make this make more sense. as it stands right now, I thought this was good, but not great. strong 6/10.

the catchiest songs you've ever heard about the worst guy you've ever met. I was fully unprepared for the sheer amount of anger that Elvis Costello radiates on these songs, much of it directed towards women! rock music and misogyny are no strangers to each other, of course, but with this album, I think Costello and The Attractions approach the subject with a satirical angle that's not immediately apparent on the surface. Costello's vocals, particularly on this album's most bitter songs like "Little Triggers" and "Hand in Hand", sneer and simmer with a barely contained rage... and yet The Attractions always make you want to dance! their music acts as a foil to Costello, deflating his rhetoric and turning it back on himself. this is a deeply unsympathetic portrayal of Costello as a man and a human being, and I think he's fully aware of that. hence, this album is an absolute ball. punk rock energy with powerful hooks, all tied together by that kooky organ. decent 8/10.

let me just express my gratitude to the curators of this list that the golden era of medium-to-large ensemble jazz, the focus of most of my work as a composer-arranger, is fairly well-represented on it! being a composer-arranger is sort of a (somehow) even dorkier version of being a singer-songwriter, so it's always nice to feel like someone is still in your corner. this is some of the most exemplary bebop of its time, truly making a case for jazz as Black American chamber music. this nonet lineup, owing to its warm brass section from trumpet down to tuba, is very easy on the ears, which allows your ears to hear through the old recording fidelity and straight into the beautiful counterpoint and harmonic motion present in all of these tracks. 75-ish years on, I'm still blown away by the sophistication in these arrangements, the bulk of which are handled by Gerry Mulligan, one of the architects of the "cool jazz" sound. Davis is featured prominently on just about every cut, but there's plenty of space for other soloists, including saxophonists Mulligan and Lee Konitz, trombonist J.J. Johnson, pianist John Lewis and plenty more. Gil Evans also makes two appearances here as an arranger on "Moon Dreams" and "Boplicity", foreshadowing many future successful Davis-Evans collaborations which would take place on a much grander musical scale. this may not go for your jugular like a typical big band record, but what this album lacks in volume and intensity, it brings instead in intrigue. this is music that you can't help but pay close attention to; if you're a writer, you'll listen to this record with equal parts admiration and envy. 10/10.

what can you even say about this, or any Beatles album, at this point? like, yeah, this is really good music. I'm probably not going to say anything even remotely contrarian for the entirety of this review! I've even got the weird stereo mixes everyone likes to complain about! this consistently stays in my top three favorite Beatles albums (I'm almost certain the other two will show up later in this list), and that's for a few reasons. Lennon–McCartney is a powerhouse songwriting team the likes of which was never seen before or since and et cetera, but give it up for George Harrison's three (count 'em, three!) contributions to this album! always nice to see your fave get a bit more shine. "Taxman" is the one everyone loves, and I like it a lot, but "Love You To" and "I Want to Tell You" are much more in my wheelhouse in terms of what I mostly listen to the Beatles for: sonic experimentation in a pop context! yes, many of my favorite tracks here are the weird ones. "Eleanor Rigby" with its creepy string arrangement and double-tracked lead vocals; "She Said She Said", which features some jangly, noisy guitar work; "For No One", a ballad with a Baroque flair, complete with a clavichord; and especially "Tomorrow Never Knows", one of the most mind-altering songs in the entire history of pop music. but then you listen to "Here, There and Everywhere", a song that's so straightforward in comparison with all the rest, and it's still completely captivating. this is a very special collection of tunes from a group of musicians capturing absolute magic in the studio. light 9/10.

this album first came into my life as a listening assignment from Mike LeDonne when he coached an organ quartet I was placed in during my grad school days with the exact instrumentation featured here. the sound of the Hammond organ, compared to a bassist plus a pianist, changed a lot about how I had to react as a member of a band, for a few reasons that are pretty apparent on this album. the Hammond is, in a certain way, a relic of a bygone era. in the fifties and sixties, they were a fixture of jazz bars and clubs owing to their economic value; a skilled organist does the job of two musicians for the price of one! however, the Hammond presents several challenges for the non-organists in the band. chief among these is the instrument's notoriously muddy low end, which can make it difficult for the drummer and guitarist to lock up with the organist's left-hand basslines. there's moments on this album where Jimmy Smith will speed just slightly ahead of drummer Donald Bailey and vice versa; this game of desynchronizing and recoupling just comes with the territory of organ grinding! as such, a lot of the repertoire that organ bands from this era gravitate to is in a soulful hard bop idiom, with simpler song forms that allow for that push and pull. there's perhaps no organist that typifies this sound, style and era better than "The Incredible" Smith, and this album in particular is a masterclass for anyone looking to play with a little more grease (which I, a suburban white kid, definitely needed to do at the time)! given that I'm usually paying the most attention to the saxophonist on any given album, I have to give it up to Stanley Turrentine, who plays a ton of great bebop phrasing with a heavy dose of the blues thrown in. I'm definitely still trying to cop his vibe whenever I play at these medium swing tempos. but Bailey and Kenny Burrell hold their own across this tracklist as well! Bailey's drumming is never too busy, and it's often deceptively technical, particularly on the title track, with its upbeats in the left foot. Burrell's role as rhythm guitarist is often very subtle, but he ties the entire band together flawlessly, and his solo spots are pure, understated genius. newer editions of this album append a version of "On the Sunny Side of the Street" to the end, and I'm never going to say no to that song! it sounds nice in G major. decent 8/10.

the importance of Buddy Holly and the Crickets to the history of rock music cannot be overstated. across an astonishingly brief recording career, Holly set the template which a host of rock music's earliest superstars modeled their own recordings and live acts after, from John Lennon and Paul McCartney (who named their band after an oblique reference to the Crickets) to Bob Dylan and The Rolling Stones and on and on. unfortunately, for my ears here in 2024, I appreciate Holly's music more for what it means to music history, rather than on its own musical terms. for me, it mainly comes down to the very silly backing vocals, which were the style at the time, but often feel like they actively intrude upon the overall musical texture. apparently, there's a newer release of this album that nixes the back-up singers, and I wonder if I'd like it any more without them. the songs themselves are also pretty typical early rock & roll fare; having just listened to Revolver two days ago (an album that released 9 years after this one), it's incredible to think that this genre would evolve at such a rapid pace! the highlight here is "Not Fade Away", with its variation on the Bo Diddley beat, but tracks like "Oh, Boy!" and "That'll Be the Day" can't be ignored. the influence of these songs on the early work of band like the Beatles and Stones is readily apparent, which makes this a really interesting historical document. those of us in the Current Year are definitely spoiled by the advances of generations of musicians that have come before. landmark albums in this vein often get hit with the "dated" argument, but remember that, at one point, this was the shape of rock to come! this was one of the first albums to feature the modern rock band instrumentation, which blows my mind, even if the music doesn't always do the same. strong 5/10.

this album, the first rap record I've been assigned for this list, is one which I've learned a lot about despite never making the time to listen to it before today. my middle and high school years, the time of my life where I first got into hip hop, were in the early 2010s. so, while I was having my mind blown back then from fresh releases by Kendrick Lamar, Earl Sweatshirt, Danny Brown, Death Grips and Kanye West (yes, I know), I was also catching up on the underground classics from the 90s and 2000s that were influencing a lot of my favorite new sounds (RIP DOOM). since my ears gravitated more towards the underground and "midstream" of the hip hop world, I missed out on a lot of the mainstream albums that have defined entire eras and subgenres of rap music over the years. I did a lot of further catching up during my 6 years in college, but here I am listening to a 50 Cent album from front to back for the first time at 27! I'm not too surprised by this site's ambivalence towards this album; it's certainly not reinventing the wheel or presenting a new paradigm for the genre. that being said, this is still a strong batch of tracks overall! 50's style as a rhymer is maybe a little rudimentary at times, but he's extremely believable as a character in the world his lyrics present to you as a listener. he's New York to his bones, but the comparison that first came to my mind when listening to this was actually California's 2Pac: that hard, gangster exterior that masks a lot of deep trauma. plus they both have Dr. Dre in the production credits! 50 handles a lot of his own hooks on this album, and actually holds his own as a singer decently well! there's some serious earworms to be found here if you're willing to surrender yourself to his admittedly repetitive subject matter. the stories of shootouts with cops, selling crack, escapades with women and weed smoking start to wear a bit thin by the end, especially through the bonus tracks. but, to me, there's not really a weak link in this tracklist! it's fairly even in quality from front to back; I just think it's a little long for it's own good. not helping matters is a couple beats here that don't quite feel as timeless as the rest, the synth strings on "Don't Push Me" being the most garish example. overall, though, I think the production is much like 50's own rapping style: simple, yet highly effective. I found this album worth the listen for the first four tracks alone, which I think may be one of the most exciting four-song runs on any album I've ever heard. "What Up Gangsta" makes me feel unstoppable! Eminem is two for two* on great features in this list, between "Patiently Waiting" and Kid Rock's "Fuck Off", the only redeemable moment from Devil Without a Cause! I think this was my first time listening to the explicit version of "In da Club", and the hook on this version is so much snappier with a more direct drug reference! it really elevated the entire track, to the point where it's become one of my favorite rap classics after having spent more time with this version, the jump-scare homophobic slur notwithstanding. "Many Men" was also a song that I immediately clicked with, and the moment where I felt the strongest connection with classic street albums like Me Against the World and Illmatic, with its vivid portrayal of the toll that a life of gang-banging can take on one's mind. probably my favorite song here, but it's close! I hope this album can get a bit of a reappraisal the more distance we get from its release. it may be a bit of a fluke; even as 50 Cent's follow-up album sold like gangbusters, he very quickly found himself outpaced by artists who were more on trend. but, as a time capsule into a world of hip hop that existed for only a brief sliver of its history, one which I was only dimly familiar with as a kid listening to the radio edit of "In da Club" in the car on the way to the doctor's office or wherever else, I found this album fascinating. light 8/10. *three for three if we count "Don't Push Me" as well.

my fiance is deep in the Bauhaus trenches, so I'm dimly familiar with this band, and with 80s post-punk generally. going into this album I expected something somewhat ominous, and I certainly got that, but I didn't anticipate how groovy and dancy it would be! I was definitely reminded of David Bowie's late 70s material more than a few times here. I don't love the tinny, reverb-drenched 80s production, but I've certainly heard more egregious, mushy mix jobs on other records from this time period. like with the Crickets a couple days ago, I think I appreciate this a bit more for its place in music history than anything else. after all, Bauhaus are one of the most beloved bands in the history of alternative music, let alone just goth rock; but goth rock's just not really a subgenre I'm as drawn to as others under this post-punk umbrella. it's possible I'd enjoy In the Flat Field or one of their other albums more, but this is the only Bauhaus album on the list, so I'll have to do that on my own time. strong 6/10.

this is a different kind of Queen than the one I'm used to; apart from the closer, I don't think I was familiar with any of these songs beforehand. a lot of the traits that I typically associate with their sound are present here, from the preponderance of overdubs to the progressive song structures to Freddie Mercury's dynamic, captivating presence as a lead singer. the difference, I think, is the heavier instrumentation; I'm not used to hearing Queen rock out to quite this degree! I like them in this mode, but it also feels a bit humdrum compared to their later albums. Sheer Heart Attack rocks harder, and A Night at the Opera really pulls out all the stops compositionally and instrumentally. despite that, I think this sophomore record of theirs deserves a lot of credit for being the one where they really started to find their footing. decent 7/10.

coming from a background in jazz and classical music, Steely Dan represents my platonic ideal of what a pop rock band can be. it's rare to come across rock albums this polished that still feel so vibrant and alive. a lot of yarn has been spun about the many session musicians and arrangers that worked to bring these songs to life, but my ear is always most drawn to the songs themselves. I've stolen a ton of chord progressions from them over the years, intentionally or otherwise! Walter Becker and Donald Fagen owe a tremendous debt as songwriters to the harmonic innovations of Wayne Shorter; there's a ton of Shorter-esque weaving in and out of different tonal centers across all of these songs, and Shorter's solo spot on the title track is one of the most exciting crossover moments in the histories of both jazz and rock music. I like the B-side quite a bit, but this has to be the most perfect A-side in the entire yacht rock canon, right? strong 9/10.

glitz and glamor! there's a level of sophistication in the songwriting and arrangements on this album that you just don't see as often in mainstream pop music anymore. dozens of session musicians, arrangers and writers came together to make these songs come alive (especially the Jerry Hey Horns!), and Michael Jackson's smooth, energetic vocals tie them all together. this is absolutely the first album that comes to my mind when I think of the disco era, and I think it's largely off the strength of the initial run of three songs. two of MJ's most iconic hits, and the often-overlooked "Workin' Day and Night", which really wowed me. the title track also delivers, of course, but some of the deeper cuts don't have that same sense of impact. despite the front-loaded nature of the tracklist, I think this album still succeeds on a lot of fronts. some of Jackson's later albums succeed mainly on the strength of their eclecticism, but I think I prefer this album's more singular sonic focus. light 8/10.

James Murphy & the rest of his Soundsystem have a deep working knowledge of the slow build. these songs often stretch as long as 7 or 8 minutes, and somehow they seem to flash by. even for as glacially paced as some of these builds are, they maintain this electrifying sense of intrigue at every moment. the mark of having fun is time flying, after all! Talking Heads is maybe the most obvious influence at play here (to me, at least), but the influence of sixties and seventies minimal music can't be ignored either. as much as these songs are all undeniable jams, they also have a tendency to put me in a bit of a trance, especially the title track. both LCD Soundsystem and minimalism have a strong association with New York City, so I don't know if I can call that a coincidence! the mix of electronic and acoustic instruments to create these dance grooves is near-perfect in its execution. this is no doubt a studio project, but it always maintains a live feel. there's little blemishes in the percussion, synths so big they sometimes clip, and often unrestrained lead vocals, but it's all in service to the groove. Murphy's topical focus is also quite strong, mostly centered around the passage of time and its effects on his life and his mind. while these songs often feel like they're suspended in time, Murphy is well aware that time never truly stops, for better or worse. I relate a lot more heavily to the sentiment of "All My Friends" at 27 than I did when I listened to this album for the first time at 19. decent 9/10.

it's interesting going back-to-back with this album and Sound of Silver. two electronic albums with a punk edge, but with pretty different approaches and affects. The Prodigy is undeniably more aggressive, leaning more on frenetic breakbeats and howling synths than static house grooves and cold bleep-bloops. it definitely feels like I should either be listening to this in a club or, better yet, while soaring down slopes in SSX Tricky. I'd be very surprised if this wasn't an inspiration point for Joey Valence & Brae, one of my favorite recently-broken-out music acts. there's still a lot of repetition at play, but it's less about slow builds and more about subverting your expectations. just when you start itching for things to switch up, The Prodigy does it! sometimes it's in pretty obvious ways, like taking the drums in or out, or introducing a new vocal. but there's also plenty of tiny details and edits that jostle me and keep me attentive, and I appreciate those moments even more. the three big singles ("Smack My Bitch Up", "Breathe" and "Firestarter") are definitely the highlights, but I also came away with this album with a great Kool Keith track I had never heard ("Diesel Power") and the hype-as-hell closer ("Fuel My Fire")! if I could change anything, I'd just take a minute or two off of "Narayan". light 9/10.

a pleasant surprise! my experience with Brazilian music is pretty limited outside of American jazz's flirtations with bossa nova. like any good RYMer, Clube da Esquina is one of my favorite albums, and I'm already a fan of one of Ben's earlier records, Fôrça bruta. the sound of the classical guitar is integral to a lot of this music, so I was pretty taken aback by how hard this album rocks! there's hardly any acoustic guitars to be found here, although there's still plenty of great Brazilian percussion, particularly a prominent cuica! we've also got great horn and string arrangements, plus an incredible section of backup singers. the rhythm section also deserves a ton of props! I can't really speak to any of the lyrical subject matter here with any authority, but Ben's singing across all these songs is full of infectious, authoritative energy. he could be reading the phone book for all I know, but that hardly matters to me! I'll definitely be coming back to this album more than a few times. strong 9/10.

far be it from me to question Geoff Emerick's production work—the dude engineered Revolver!—but this is a very strange mix. there's a lot more of a studio-as-an-instrument feel this time around in comparison to my previous Elvis Costello outing, This Year's Model. I get the sense that, with Emerick behind the boards, Costello really wanted to lean into the whole Beatles angle. the thing that jumped out immediately was the vocal production. the main thing that makes this mix so strange is how forward the vocals are pushed, and it's especially noticeable since many of these songs feature a ton of vocal overdubbing. I'm not 100% sure if this vocal treatment really suits Costello as well as it does the Fab Four, but I also kind of enjoy hearing his voice with such clarity. he doesn't snarl as much on this record, so you get to delight in his newfound sense of melody a little more. this album's also got a lot more reverb than I'd have expected, truly one of the hallmarks of the eighties! with the new sound also comes a different approach to songwriting. there's hints of the new wave sound here and there, but in a lot of ways, this is a Baroque pop album in disguise. again, the Beatles are a major reference point. the way "Shabby Doll" speeds up and slows down; the expansive, Abbey Road-esque sound of "Man Out of Time"; the kooky, massive orchestral arrangement on "...And in Every Home", as well as other hints of brass and winds on songs like "The Long Honeymoon" and "Pidgin English"; Phil Spector's vision of a Wagnerian approach to pop is alive and well in 1982! what really makes this worth listening to for me is that, even with the clear influences at play and all the bells and whistles, Costello's sonic and compositional identity remains very much intact from one song to the next. he's much more introspective here than he was on This Year's Model; even just from the sound of the music here, you can tell he's in a more melancholy place. I'm not sure if this needs to be 15 songs long, but there's enough excellent tracks here, especially on the A-side, that this is definitely worth at least a few listens. decent 8/10.

Björk's voice is one of the most magical instruments in pop music history. even in the course of a single song, her stylistic range is boundless. something about how her voice raucously floats over these house beats is undeniably infectious. but in between the bangers, there's a dreamy, sensual spirit of romantic ecstasy. it's present on cuts like "Venus as a Boy" and her rendition of "Like Someone in Love", both of which feature some incredible string arrangements, and it's even in some of the icier moments like "One Day", a track that sounds like it would fit right in on SAW 85-92. it's still unbelievable to me that Oliver Lake of World Saxophone Quartet fame has his hands on some of these tracks, especially "Aeroplane", which has a delightfully unconventional arrangement; it's probably the song that most strongly points towards the future of Björk's output. her later albums might be more adventurous musically and conceptually, but her first solo outing sets a tremendous blueprint for her later developments. this is truly a prototypical Björk experience; it's as close as you can get in her discography to a no-frills listen. strong 8/10.

this won a Brit Award and was shortlisted for the Mercury Prize? could've fooled me. I'll reiterate that I am extremely American, so I have absolutely no reference point for why exactly this album and this band had such a huge moment in the UK at the time. it's serviceable dance music with some cool drums, surprise horn lines and decent enough rapping, but nothing here really stuck with me beyond that. it gets pretty repetitive just a few tracks in. yeah, dance music is about repetition, but from song to song, I feel like I'm hearing a lot of the same musical tropes. I like the minor pentatonic scale and the Dorian mode, but for a full-length dance album experience, they start to wear out their use after a while. this definitely doesn't feel like an album I should be sitting in a chair listening to; maybe if I was in a different listening context, like a dance party or something, it would hit differently. but as it stands, I'm not sure I'd call this "Must Hear" material. I guess you had to be there. light 4/10.

would love to listen to a version of this that edits Diddy and the two atrocious sex skits out. what was the obsession with taking 2-3 minutes out of an otherwise fantastic album for the least funny audio skits you've ever heard? those blemishes aside, wow. this is one of hip hop's first timeless albums; Biggie Smalls' flows are immaculately constructed, and listening to him light these beats up is a pure delight. there's tons of different approaches to the art of storytelling across these tracks! my favorite is when he plays multiple characters in the same song, like on "Gimme the Loot" or "Warning"; it feels like he was planting a seed for Kendrick Lamar to harvest a couple decades later. "Things Done Changed", "Everyday Struggle", "Suicidal Thoughts" and many other songs here portray Biggie's criminal lifestyle and condition in society with vividly macabre detail, matched with ornate, jazz-tinged production and piledriving drum grooves. it's undeniably New York, but the influence of West Coast G-Funk is also undeniable. there's also a few glitzier cuts dedicated to his material possessions and the women he's bedding (and threatening to beat if they act out of line), as any mainstream rap classic worth its salt tends to have. the production value and rhyming quality hardly ever dips, but the subject matter is often pretty repetitive. there's definitely no shortage of material here, with 15 proper songs clocking in at over an hour. this was the early days of the CD age, where everyone was trying to fill up as much of that disc as they possibly could. I think you could maybe trim this down by 5-10 minutes and it would be a much tighter experience. but, when so many of these songs are so legendarily good, I can hardly complain! light 9/10.

this is definitely a lot to take in at once. both the newly completed songs and the older cuts included to fill this out to double album length present a smorgasbord of sonic ideas, making this perhaps Led Zep's most eclectic release. there's a couple progressive epics here in "Kashmir" and "In the Light", but also plenty of their signature bluesy hard rock sound, particularly on the A-side. elsewhere, "Trampled Under Foot" and "The Wanton Song" feature a prominent funk influence, there's a few acoustic cuts like "Bron-Yr-Aur" and "Black Country Woman", and even a few more straightforward cuts that still come together really successfully like "Down By the Seaside" and "Houses of the Holy". if you like any aspect of the Led Zeppelin sound, you'll be able to find it represented here in some fashion. when these four guys really strike gold, the results speak for themselves. that being said, whether or not you feel this needed to be 15 songs and 84 minutes long will depend on how many of these different sonic experiments actually pan out for you. for me, it definitely loses some steam by the end. the first two sides are by far the strongest in my mind, although sides C and D each have at least one really strong song apiece: "Ten Years Gone" and "The Wanton Song". "Sick Again" is deeply uncomfortable and I'd be happy to never hear it again. if I wind up returning to this album as often as other, shorter albums in their discography, I'll most likely cut it off before "Boogie With Stu". decent 8/10.

this was my first experience with Beck in a full album context, and while I knew going in that this was him in a more serious, contemplative mood than normal, I wasn't ready to be as moved as I was by a lot of these songs! when I saw Nigel Godrich handled production duties and read about this album's despondent break-up themes, that obviously made me think of Radiohead, but I came away from this feeling far more parallels between Beck and Nick Drake. of course, Beck and Godrich's sound is a lot more expansive owing to the higher production value, but the mellow acoustic vibe, the string arrangements, even Beck's singing, all brought albums like Five Leaves Left and Bryter Layter to mind. the run from tracks 1-5 here is by far the strongest (that little keyboard melody on "Golden Age" is so perfect!), but I was also pretty blown away by "Round the Bend". on an album full of great string sections, that song probably has my favorite. it's the most haunting song on the entire album, and it really stood out for that reason. I'm excited to see what else Beck's discography has to offer; hopefully I can catch him in a better mood next time! strong 8/10.

I think I can safely say this was my first full-album experience with honky-tonk music, a genre I'm only peripherally familiar with thanks to Fallout: New Vegas and its influence on alt-country, which is typically the only country subgenre that really excites me. I've alluded to how painfully American I am on this list before, but I'm specifically a New Yorker, and even more specifically a Long Islander. country music is huge all over various parts of the state, but I've always felt like I'm at a distance from it. recently, I realized that what I really can't stand is the various post-9/11 mainstream country sounds, music that feels like so inauthentic that you'd swear it was created in a boardroom. this Ray Price album was hugely refreshing in comparison! I love the sound of pedal steel, and Price's voice is captivating over this selection of songs, pretty much all of which deal with sad romantic themes. there's an unmistakable nocturnal vibe here; slow tempos, unhurried vocal phrasing, the overall downtrodden vibe. I listened to this album at 1:30 in the afternoon, but I think I might have enjoyed it a little more if I waited for sundown (which, depressingly, is around 4:30 right now). I liked this, but I'd struggle to say I love it or that I'm likely to return to it. classic country music is heavily focused on the lyrics, but I've just never been that kind of listener. and after 12 tracks and 37 minutes of existing in this sonic space, hearing the same chord progressions and melodic phrases return many times, I think I had my fill. I get that the appeal is in the simplicity, and admittedly this album has a killer atmosphere, but again, I'm spoiled by the innovations of future artists. I'll definitely remember that title track, though! strong 6/10.

bear witness to one of the most well-oiled machines in rock music history. these songs are often thorny and complicated, but they always feel good. keyboardist Robert Lamm dominates the songwriting and lead vocal duties on this album, so his contributions stick out the most clearly. "Beginnings", "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" and "Questions 67 and 68" are all masterstrokes that perfectly showcase Chicago's ability to balance tight playing of some difficult compositions (and some amazing work from the horn section, arranged by trombonist James Pankow) with free-wheeling exuberance; the latter really comes through when they kick out the jams on "Poem 58" and "Liberation"! Terry Kath is one of the electric guitar's most unsung heroes; his rhythm playing fits right inside Danny Seraphine and Peter Cetera's pocket, and his leads are mind-blowing. that's not to mention the strength of his pen and his lead vocals, showcased in the jaw-dropping "Introduction" to this entire double-LP! he also gets some time to drop some legitimately avant-garde noise work on his own solo track at the beginning of side C, as well as towards the end of "Liberation". allegedly, Kath was one of, if not Jimi Hendrix's favorite guitar player. well-deserved praise! light 9/10.

the latter two White Stripes albums deviate from the pattern established by the first four. this one may be their most varied, in terms of both style and quality. after a strong but misleading opener in their signature noisy, bluesy element, the tracklist takes all kinds of detours. the bulk of the material here alternates between acoustic (piano or guitar) and electric blues, but there's even more left hooks than just the piano. immediately after "Blue Orchid" comes one of the Stripes' most experimental songs, "The Nurse", which encompasses all of this record's sonic elements into a very strange four minutes. there's also "Little Ghost", an attempt at a country vibe that failed to connect with me. despite the quality control being all over the place, more than a couple of these songs are actually pretty great! "The Denial Twist" is probably the most successful of the piano-led numbers, with an infectious groove from Meg White while Jack White pumps out power chords on the keys. the electric "Instinct Blues" pumps up both the volume and the intrigue, with a start-stop pace that lets Jack control the flow of each section to make things feel askew. and there's a reason everyone likes "My Doorbell" so much! the deeper cuts don't really hit quite the same as they do on other White Stripes albums, but there's more than a few highlights here that fit right in with their finest, most classic material. light 7/10.

in a better world, one in which the work of female artists in hip hop was allowed the longevity and staying power it truly deserves, we'd be talking about Queen Latifah's debut album in the same breath as records like 3 Feet High and Rising. I don't just bring De La Soul up due to their inclusion on track 2 here (although that's a fantastic song!); 3 Feet High and All Hail the Queen are both emblematic of the ways in which rap music, and particularly rap albums, were evolving as the nineties were about to begin. I'm thinking especially of sample selection, conceptual focus, and most importantly, the expansion of subject matter! this is often cited as one of hip hop's first major feminist statements, and for good reason. I can think of times where I've heard female rappers attempt to prove that they can rap "as good as" their male counterparts, but Queen Latifah's perspective is much different. she isn't concerned with reaching parity with men, especially considering the evil they do (an evil she speaks about over a KRS-One beat on side B)! Latifah opens the album with a verse about how she might not be the best female MC you've ever heard, but MC stands for "Microphone Commando", and she'll command your attention anyway. she'll make you dance for her, a task made easier by some excellent beats from DJ Mark The 45 King! I love how rap songs from this era will sometimes have an instrumental break with a sample in one key, a section for the verses with a sample in a second key, and sometimes a hook that's in a third key! the subtle ways hip hop production breaks away from traditional tonality are not lost on me. the album's most iconic track, "Ladies First", is an ode to female solidarity, a message which I think has been somewhat lost in the modern rap landscape. since i started following hip hop in the 2010s, its culture's inherent misogyny has seemed to only allow for one, maybe two big female rappers to exist at one time. although, maybe with artists like Megan Thee Stallion, Doechii, CupcakKe and many others finding their way into a bigger pond this decade, that might be starting to change! decent 7/10.

almost a quarter of a century after it's release, this has easily earned "classic" status in hip hop circles. the story behind it is well-known: after three albums which helped open the door for Atlanta and the wider hip hop scene in the South, OutKast bought their own studio and, with their newfound recording freedom, sought to make something much more eclectic and experimental than anything they had done before. there's a case to be made that this is the duo's finest work, especially since nearly all of their tinkering and flirtations with a wide variety of styles comes together really well. highlights for me include "B.O.B.", which features the duo rapping at lightspeed over chaotic drum 'n' bass chops, with some incredible gospel vocals towards the back end; "Snappin' & Trappin'", which has the album's strangest drum pocket and very little in the way of harmonic or melodic information, but all the verses are hard as nails, especially from Killer Mike, who makes his recording debut here; "Humble Mumble", which evolves from an infectious salsa-tinged number to a driving club banger; and the first proper track on the album, "Gasoline Dreams", which borders on a rap-rock sound and immediately fires me up for the rest of the songs that follow. plus, "Ms. Jackson" and "So Fresh, So Clean" are, of course, generational bops. there's a couple weaker links here, mainly the skits and interludes. I also don't rock with "Toilet Tisha" that hard. but even with that being said, this is very often my favorite OutKast album. it's very hard to choose between this and ATLiens! lots of artists have had their shot at a more "eclectic" album, but few nailed it the way Big Boi and André 3000 did here. decent 9/10.

I'd like to focus this review around a single moment which I think sums up this album perfectly: "Don't Look Back in Anger" opening with what is, essentially, just the piano riff from John Lennon's "Imagine". Oasis were hardly the first (or last) band to be influenced by, or even directly lift from, the work of a Beatle or the combined Beatles. however, what troubled me about this introduction to "Don't Look Back in Anger" was that it felt to me as though Oasis were giving up the game. this is an element that contemporary reviews of this record really went after, and for good reason. it's one thing to pay homage to or write in the vein of one's influences (something Billy Joel has basically made an entire career out of), but it's another to bite them this directly. as many critics and musicologists have noted, "Don't Look Back in Anger" is far from the only example of such biting to be found here! this biting also serves to cover up the complete lack of ideas on display in Oasis' songwriting and production. I suppose this is pleasant enough while it's on; I wasn't actively offended by any of these 12 tracks, and a few of them are pretty familiar to me at this point thanks to the radio and the Rock Band games. but, once again, I run into the same problem I had with Devil Without a Cause: all of the sound and fury signifies nothing. these are attempts at loud, anthemic rock songs (right down to the string arrangements!), but they all feel completely hollow. not all rock music has to be about something, but it should at least be somewhat surprising! instead, I'm getting hit with this bricked out, mushy mixes and Liam Gallagher's caterwauling. that one Glassjaw song must've been written about his brother, who has less distinct songwriting qualities in his entire body than John Lennon had in his big toe. light 4/10.

Norah Jones' debut album was released on Blue Note, and features her elegant, smokey contralto and delicate pianisms backed by some pretty heavy hitters in the jazz scene at the time. half of these songs feature Brian Blade, who might be my favorite drummer on the planet! unfortunately, I think I set myself up for a slight bit of disappointment in that preliminary research process I take with all the albums on this list before pressing play. this is an extremely tranquil set of tracks, suited perfectly for the task of looking longingly out of your bedroom window with a cup of coffee. Jones and her band play very tastefully and unobstrusively; you could take the Terrence Fletcher route and deride this as "Starbucks jazz", but there's absolutely a place for this vibe in jazz. it's just not really what I go out of my way to look for as a jazz listener. I guess I was hoping for a little bit more musical excitement and interplay than what's actually here. it comes through every now and again, but I want much more of it! maybe if I had approached this with a slightly different mentality, I'd be able to appreciate it more for what it is, rather than what I might have wanted it to be. without question, I could definitely say I liked what I heard, but I think if I'm going to return to this, I need to be more prepared to listen to a pop album than a jazz one.

"Never play to the gallery… Never work for other people in what you do. Always remember that the reason that you initially started working was that there was something inside yourself that you felt that, if you could manifest in some way, you would understand more about yourself and how you co-exist with the rest of society… I think it's terribly dangerous for an artist to fulfill other people’s expectations." quoted above is David Bowie's advice to young artists, advice which he gives in the 1997 documentary Inspirations. it's probably the single most important piece of advice I hold onto in my own pursuits as an artist, other than "you have more time than you think." it's also something I thought a lot about while listening to 1989. undeniably, Taylor Swift and the creative team(s) she's surrounded herself with have mastered the art of "play[ing] to the gallery." the numbers don't lie, whether it's on the charts or in the bank! it would be uncharitable of me to say something to the effect of, "well, nobody ever went broke appealing to the lowest common denominator," because the last thing I want to do is insult the intelligence or taste of anyone who might genuinely get a lot out of Swift's music. her most rabid fans get a bad rap, sometimes for good reason, but I know plenty of people—including other artists—who love all kinds of music and Taylor Swift! unfortunately for me, I'm just not the type of listener for whom her broad-strokes style of songwriting holds much appeal, if any. I acknowledge that the simplicity of her music is part of the appeal. her lyrics are replete with pretty surface-level similes. "I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream" made my eyes roll a little bit, but it speaks to a pretty universal feeling: covering up the pain we carry through life with an exterior of pleasantries. but, in that moment on "Blank Space" and many others throughout this album, I wish she was able to speak to these feelings and experiences with a little more specificity. but of course, specificity isn't the priority with Swift, especially not on this, the album which marks the completion of her transformation from country girl to pop icon. the main priority? to craft simple, catchy, well-produced, commercially successful pop songs. to the credit of this album, it achieves that goal with flying colors! (Max Martin knows what he's doing? big shock.) these are songs designed to be sung by stadiums' worth of people. within each individual track, Swift stays within about an octave of her vocal range, usually a little more. her melodies often stick to just a couple pitches, and a lot of the choruses are a single pitch repeated. most of the chord progressions are stock four-chord loops (I think the musicological term is "Axis progressions"?), and there's not a key change to be found on any of them. instrumentally, the album is pretty standard, too. it's mostly basic mid-2010s synthpop fare, with the occasional acoustic cut and some strings here and there. all of this is a winning formula for creating songs that millions of people of varying musical ability and knowledge can sing along with and connect to. however, I think it's a losing formula for capturing my own personal attention. for 13 tracks I pleaded with this album to throw some sort of curveball at me, and it never came. the vast majority of my favorite music features an artist or artists with unique perspectives (whether in sound or words), but since Swift has to engineer every song for mass appeal, her perspective is a secondary concern. I feel like I somehow know less about her than I did before I listened to this! I'm far from an anti-pop person, but there needs to be some kind of left hook if it's really going to grab me. "Style" was pretty alright. I should really listen to that new Billie Eilish album again. decent 4/10.

when hip hop beats constructed from multiple samples became much more expensive to produce in 1991, few groups were as prepared to roll with the punches as the Beastie Boys. their skills both on the mic and as a rock trio had been established on previous albums, but Check Your Head and Ill Communication mark the height of their eclecticism. Ill Communication is a rap record, but it's also a whole lot else! the Beasties and Mario Caldato, Jr. are responsible for the bulk of this material, with additional instrumental contributions from Money Mark and Eric Bobo. there's instrumental jazz-funk loungers, throat singing, and a heavy dose of punk rock throughout the runtime. the two flat-out hardcore songs on here are some of my favorite tracks on the entire album! the Beastie Boys' artistic trajectory across their first few albums sort of reminds me of another staple of Jewish hip hop, the late great Mac Miller. their early work in the space was written off in some rap circles as gimmicky "frat rap" made by immature posers, but as they progressed, they each proved their bona fides by becoming more and more true to themselves in their work. in Miller's case, it made for a lot of very emotional, depressing work; the Beasties are almost the inverse! this is 20 tracks of pure fun; these three may not be tremendously talented MCs, but their charisma and flows are incredibly fun to listen to. I've been listening to Joey Valence & Brae's latest record a lot since it came out, and they're a group I'm glad to see keeping the Beastie Boys' spirit alive in the 2020s, but the original is pretty hard to beat. would love to see JVB get a live band behind them at some point. strong 8/10.

one of the most well thought-through concepts for an album I've heard in a really long time. I'm writing this review on a ThinkPad, a newer (Lenovo) model of the (IBM) laptop Manu Chao recorded Clandestino on. ThinkPads are some of my favorite computers ever made, particularly because of the bang you get for your buck. mine was a model released in 2015; I think I got it for less than $200, and it's still chugging along with minimal issues! apart from being great at the everyday basic things you want a computer to do, it's also allowed me to do a bit of light gaming, and it can even run FL Studio! the idea of making music on a portable computer (whether it be a laptop, a sampling machine, a tablet or what have you) is so ubiquitous in 2024 that children are using online apps to make songs in their school music classes! let alone all the bedroom producers and artists that have achieved huge prominence in recent years. but an album recorded on a ThinkPad being released in 1998 kind of breaks my brain a little bit! Chao was surely ahead of the curve here, right? in a way, he's an early harbinger of the future democratization of music production that came with the beginning of the 2000s, when MacBooks, all of which come with GarageBand, and inexpensive (or even free) DAWs became ubiquitous in the software realm for all operating systems. the decision to use such an inexpensive machine as a basis for this album's recording process comes with some distinct musical advantages which Chao takes pretty great advantage of. while he recorded all the music here, he was living a somewhat nomadic lifestyle following the breakup of his previous band in France, traveling throughout his former home(s) in Europe as well as Latin and Central America, never staying anywhere for long (although he did hang out with the Zapatistas in Mexico for a while). all along the way, he was recording these songs. the variety of locales is depicted not just in the wide array of genres and sounds explored across these 16 tracks, but also the four different languages in which the lyrics are delivered at one time or another. it's a perfect way to illustrate the LP's themes of loneliness on the road. the little details even add to the narrative! often, one track ends with the first few seconds of the track that comes after it, so the transition happens at an unexpected point. it's a great way to keep the momentum of the tracks going, simulating the rate at which Chao was moving from one place to the next. but what really ties everything together is how at home he sounds in every musical setting he presents! Latin musical motifs permeate the majority of the tracks, but there's also nods to dub, reggae, house, folk music and plenty more, all unified by his warm presence as a vocalist, with always just a touch of despondence thrown in. this is exceptional music borne out of exceptional circumstances. strong 8/10.

exceptionally funky, and exceptionally freaky. Sly was having issues with his mood and his addiction to drugs, resulting in a drought of recordings from the Family Stone for over a year and a half—a long time to go without releasing a new album in those days! while the band's usual lineup is present on more than a few of the songs on There's a Riot Goin' On, much of this material was created solely by Sly Stone, often enlisting non-Family members to fill them out. the resulting album is some of the darkest music you're likely to hear from funk's golden era. there's no point at which this music isn't incredible groovy. if you're a practitioner of the Stank Face, you'll find plenty of opportunities to work your craft. but even when the drums are tight and the bass is locked in and all the other stuff you want from a funk record, there's something mysterious, borderline surreal about it. I think I detected an Afrobeat undercurrent to this, what with the longer, vampier closing tracks to both sides of the vinyl! the mixes are often jarring, with certain elements feeling wildly prominent while others are barely audible. Stone's vocals, many takes of which were recorded with a wireless microphone while he laid in bed, are often uncanny in how close they feel. the drum machine overlaid with real drums creates a very off-kilter feeling in the percussion on some of these songs as well. this is often a very subdued listen, which definitely caught me off-guard. I wouldn't be surprised if OutKast were listening to this when they made Stankonia, which I listened to a few days ago for this project, and which features a similarly left-field approach to production. while there's not as much in the way of the sing-along hooks from their prior work, the timbral palette is fascinating, and the pocket is undeniable. decent 9/10.

my first proper live album for the 1001 project. the decision to include live recordings on this list might be a bit contentious, but I think a lot of the live albums I've seen in the list as I've skimmed the pages of the actual book, 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die, many of the picks made by the team of writers that assembled the list are sensible ones. in particular, there's a focus on live jazz and blues recordings which, to me, aren't too much different from jazz and blues albums recorded in studio. whether they're in a studio or in front of a crowd of people, jazz and blues artists are going to play more or less the same stuff in the same way. and B.B. King can play some stuff! the spontaneity King and his band play the blues with is readily apparent. he would often start a tune without his bandmates knowing what it would be or what key it would be played in, and it takes a lot of skill to be able to follow along with that kind of leadership. their performances, especially during King's solo spots, are filled with the same kind of vivacity and interaction I usually expect from jazz musicians! the best part about this album, in my view, is that you can tell King has the crowd in the palm of his hand, both while singing and playing the hell out of his guitar. moving a whole crowd to scream and cheer for you with just a single phrase is a level of control I can't imagine being able to exert over an audience! my only complaint is that I wish this was another half hour longer. strong 7/10.

I'll lay my cards out now: I've never been a fan of this band. granted, my experience with them was somewhat limited, and it was mostly with the big hits off their biggest album, AM. more power to you if you like this era of Arctic Monkeys, but I never got anything out of "R U Mine?" or "Do I Wanna Know?" or "Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?" (they were asking a lot of questions on that album cycle, I guess). but, even with my prior personal bias against this band going into their debut, I have to admit, this definitely has game. the Monkeys' adoration of bands like The Strokes is pretty easy to see, but I think they bring a certain British finesse to the whole thing which gives it a unique angle. a lot of the basslines get pretty active! Alex Turner's lead vocals, usually my main sticking point with anything AM-related, are pretty tolerable here. thankfully, he's got a pretty hard-rocking rhythm section behind him. the best moments here are the ones that feel truly explosive. I'm not quite as into their softer side. decent 7/10.

pleasant on the ears. David Gray's mellow guitar strumming and agreeable singing voice pair pretty nicely with this electronically tinged folk rock sound. I guess I just felt like the overall presentation was too plain for my taste. the loop-based composition process for some of these songs robs them of their momentum, since they often don't feel like they're building towards much. again, the sounds being presented are nice ones, but I find them a little too easy to tune out. this album's success surely paved the way for later "sad sack with an acoustic guitar" guys that would follow in the 21st century, but I think I'd rather stick with Bon Iver, The Tallest Man on Earth, and other such artists that bring a more distinct approach to that archetype. decent 5/10.

a picture of this album's cover should appear in the dictionary under the definition of "kaleidoscopic". it's miraculous that this music even exists, both in terms of its production method and the (what I'm sure were) exorbitant clearance rates for all the samples involved! a lot of plunderphonic and other sample-based music tends to draw a lot of attention to the "found sound" element of the composition process, but the Avalanches find tons of fun and unique ways to make these songs feel seamless, both within themselves and from one to the next. it feels almost akin to a high-level DJ set! one seamless, dreamy, summery jam that traverses a landscape of disco, hip hop, club beats and psychedelia. it's hard to resist the urge to move and groove to a lot of these songs, but they're also great for deep listening in the same way as as other plunderphonic masterpieces like Endtroducing or Donuts. where those albums aim for something emotionally darker, the Avalanches aim instead for a bright sense of optimism and wonder. strong 8/10.

Hendrix came back around pretty quick! most of what I said in my review of Are You Experienced applies here as well; considering Axis was released just half a year after their debut, it features the Experience in a very similar element. Hendrix's sound-play continues to get slightly more adventurous here, but this might actually be a little more accessible than Are You Experienced! there's plenty of mellower cuts here like "Little Wing", "Spanish Castle Magic", "Up From the Skies" and "Castles Made of Sand", all of which capture the Experience's sensational interplay while also delivering some fantastic, catchy melodies. although you can tell Hendrix and his team didn't have as much time to create and refine the material here, Axis still does a great job of documenting this band's tremendous talents. light 8/10.

a co-production between two artists from a bygone era which was promptly disowned by both of them, and for good reason. but oh, wait, the dude from Primal Scream said he liked it, so now it's a part of music history. Phil Spector's production fails on every level. these songs sound absolutely awful; there are basic errors in mixing that turn some of these tracks into non-starters, either because they're unintelligible or because they sound like lifeless, funereal dirges. at all times, there's too much going on. Dion's vocal performances range from tolerable to tuneless. hard pass. decent 3/10.

Destiny's Child has a couple songs that I'd call classics of their era of R&B. none of them are on this album. I can appreciate that this is an attempt at a pro-female, pro-empowerment statement from the group, but it feels extremely self-centered in ways that undercut that message. especially odious in this respect is "Nasty Girl" which, with its central lyrical theme essentially just being pick-me slut-shaming, basically invalidates this as a feminist record. plus, I hardly feel any group cohesion between these three women; this is basically a Beyoncé album with some contributions from two other singers who might as well be anonymous, given how subservient their contributions feel. "I'm a survivor", in many other contexts, would be a powerful statement, but then you remember that all Beyoncé's talking about surviving is a few lineup changes, something that almost every band goes through at some point. her vocal antics on many of these songs are legitimately in that Christina Aguilera tier of obnoxious (weirdly on brand with her current-day self-centered girlboss billionaire politics), and they feel so unearned given how little these songs have going for them compositionally and sonically. this is extremely plain R&B that's as deep as a puddle and sounding more and more anachronistic as time goes on. strong 4/10.

an incredibly raw and often emotional listen. Neil Young embraces the dark and reflects on his waning relevance (and his own mortality!) with stunning poetry set first against beds of tranquil acoustic guitar, then sheets of barrelling bluesy noise. this music really set the tone for a lot of the subsequent rock movements that sprung up in its wake in the eighties. the "college rock" groups and the punks of that decade all owe a lot to the sound of songs like "Powderfinger" and the political focus of songs like "Pocahontas". there's even a through line from here to the grunge movement, one which I think is most evident in the opener and closer, the songs here which most openly confront death and the legacy of artists head-on. rock and roll will never die. light 9/10.

the art of the piano trio doesn't get much higher than this, y'all. this one was formed by Bill Evans shortly after his brief, yet legendary stint with Miles Davis' band which produced perhaps the most popular album in the history of jazz. Scott LaFaro is on bass and Paul Motian is on drums and cymbals. I'm certainly not the first person to gripe about the fact that Bill Evans is often an unsung hero of this music! as far as I'm aware, it was Evans who introduced Davis to George Russell's Lydian Chromatic Concept of Tonal Organization, a theoretical text from which a whole host of jazz musicians developed new means of melodic and harmonic expression, leading to the advent of modal jazz as the fifties became the sixties. despite Evans' indisputable importance to the acoustic jazz universe around this time—he worked in bands organized by Russell as early demonstrations of Russell's theories— there's hardly a word to be said about him in Ken Burns' Jazz, or many other jazz documentaries for that matter. thankfully, his legacy is very much intact among jazz cognoscenti, and he's worked his way into plenty of people's record collections in the same fashion that Johnny Cash or Beethoven find their way into mine. country music and Classical-period classical music (bad sentence) don't usually do much for me, but sometimes an artist cuts through all of your preconceived notions about genre or style and manages to hit you in a deep place all the same. Evans' interest in unique ways of structuring music, evidenced by his interest in the Lydian Chromatic Concept, is the keystone of his body of work. with the LaFaro-Motian trio, the emphasis is less on the chord-scale relationship (as it was on Kind of Blue) and more on using bebop as a vehicle for counterpoint. LaFaro is, by all accounts, the star of the show in this trio. you're unlikely to hear the double bass played this adventurously in a jazz context outside of the small number of recording dates this trio made. in most straight-ahead jazz settings, the bass grounds both the harmonic progression and rhythmic pulse; LaFaro often excels in both departments, but the most interesting moments here are when, during Evans' piano solos, he uses his instrument less as the band's anchor and more as an independent melodic voice, one which is truly in conversation with Evans and Motian rather than simply acting as their guide. it's incredibly rare to hear him "walk the dog", which I usually love to hear whenever I'm listening to jazz, and especially when I'm playing it, but I honestly think it would kill the vibe of this band if LaFaro laid down too many consecutive quarter notes! all three members of this trio operated with such extreme finesse and precision as a unit, and it's evident on every second of these performances. Evans has a delicate touch on the keyboard that's become sort of a trademark for him over the years, and his improvisational faculties are heightened here by LaFaro's presence. you can really hear them motivating each other! Motian's introspective, sensitive drumming is the glue holding everything together; he mostly plays with brushes here, and he manages to drive the bus and keep the energy of the band up while not overpowering the group dynamic. unfortunately, the Village Vanguard date that produced this album was the last time Evans and LaFaro would ever perform together. LaFaro died (at the tragically young age of 25) in a car accident just ten days later, sending Evans down a dark path which would define the rest of his performance career and parts of his personal life. what was to be a single "Live at the Vanguard" album became two, with the first-—Sunday at the Village Vanguard—being rushed to market just about three months after LaFaro's death by Riverside. although the circumstances surrounding this release, which specifically highlights tracks featuring LaFaro's soloing and appends his name to the front cover, are certainly somewhat dodgy in retrospect, it's still nice to have this as a historical document. Waltz for Debby, the second of the two, might have a slightly more well-rounded choice of tracks, but it's hard to turn down the set of performances on offer here either! although, if I really want that experience of feeling like I'm at the Vanguard in 1961, I'll usually just throw on one of the sets from the full compilation of recordings that these two albums were selected from, which came out in 2003 and is now widely available on streaming platforms. you can't go wrong with anything this trio put to tape. decent 9/10.

I've returned to the music of Brazil for the second time in this list, and I've found myself very interested in the sounds of Brazilian rock and pop being opened up in front of me, like an ornate jewelry box full of untold fortunes. the anglosphere certainly brought the guitar a level of international recognition, but the way other countries ran with the possibilities it created, combining it with their own local flair, is what makes listening to an album like this first self-titled record from Caetano Veloso so interesting. I recognize a lot of the sounds offered up by these songs; both on the acoustic and electric end, the influence of British and American psych (USian might be more appropriate here, but it's also clunkier) is undeniable, but there's obviously a ton of traditional samba and bossa nova elements underneath it all. there's actually not a ton to say about this on a musical front, because the charm of this music speaks for itself, even if you don't understand a word of the language being spoken. that being said, learning about the political context in which this music existed was pretty fascinating! lyrically and compositionally, it's fairly benign on the surface, but it turns out that that's by design; a lot of these songs were written in a way that allowed Veloso to express some legitimately radical beliefs on unity and community solidarity without Brazil's military government being able to notice. I wouldn't have been able to guess that the style and scene of Tropicália had such a strong sentiment behind it just from the sound of these songs, but it certainly deepened my appreciation of the material. in the grand scheme of the little bits of Brazilian music I've been exposed to, this might not be the thing I return to most often, but I give Veloso a ton of props for creating a form of protest music that sounds uplifting and optimistic, rather than navel-gazing and futilist. strong 7/10.

appreciate how sincerely geeky this record is! it definitely gives the appearance of a typical late-seventies post-punk album, but there's a level of pop finesse in the songwriting department that gives these songs a lot of strength and endurance. acerbic basslines, countermelodies galore (especially from the keys), surprising cadences and other harmonic motion. some of the material here comes off as borderline progressive, especially songs like "Burst" and "Motorcade", which owe a significant debt to, of all the bands in the world for a punk band to send up, Pink Floyd! "Burst" is spacey and flanged-out, but still retains the energy of punk from end to end; "Motorcade" is more obviously a punk song, but opens with a descending chord motif very similar to Floyd's "Echoes", plus some drum fills with huge Nick Mason energy, before picking up the pace multiple times over. elsewhere, songs take on a more straightforward approach in the vein of new wave ("Shot by Both Sides" is probably this album's overall highlight), but many of the best moments of Real Life aim in between these progressive and pop extremes, leading to songs like "My Tulpa" or "The Light Pours Out of Me" which are unlike much else from this era of British punk rock. decent 8/10.

The Doors were practitioners of a hard-rocking, surrealist approach to the blues which this, their fifth album, offers plenty of excellent examples of. Jim Morrison in particular writes some of his strangest stanzas and delivers some of his most primal performances on songs like the rollicking "Roadhouse Blues" and "You Make Me Real", the enigmatic "Waiting for the Sun" (which finally shows up two albums after the LP of the same name), and especially "Peace Frog", with its scintillating Bo Diddley-esque funk beat. unfortunately, Morrison Hotel is a bit front-loaded. it's hardly the worst problem an album can have, but when the first four tracks come out guns blazing the way they do here, you can't help but feel a little let down when the next seven are more hit-or-miss. there's "Indian Summer", one of the band's more cerebral tunes, and "Queen of the Highway" gives Ray Manzarek a chance to shine on keys, but I think the "Hard Rock Cafe" side wins out overall. strong 7/10.

I struggle to understand the lukewarm reception! what other rap record sounds like this? a lot of this stuff veers away from hip hop and into instrumental electronic exploration, with the 10-minute "To the Moon's Contractor" standing as a foreboding, surreal centerpiece with an orchestral sensibility, both in the sounds at use as well as the general progression from front to back. a lot of the tracks in that vein hold my attention just as easily as the more straightforward rap songs like "Bladerunners" or "The Animist". Mike Ladd is right in line, stylistically and philosophically, with a ton of his contemporaries in the East Coast underground. he delivers his words with gusto, and seems to take delight in making you listen really hard to catch everything he says. unfortunately, there's not many places to find accurate or complete lyrics for these songs, although it's pretty easy to catch onto the references to futurism, science fiction and police brutality strewn throughout (the closing track, dedicated to "All Those Killed by Cops", speaks for itself). what sets Ladd apart here is some truly futuristic production to match the futurism of his words. this is hip hop that feels pretty ahead of the curve for being released in Y2K! think Deltron 3030 or Vaudeville Villain but even further left-field. again, Endtroducing comes to mind, and it's a much closer comparison here than it was for The Avalanches a few days ago. tracks like "Red Eye to Jupiter" and "I Feel Like $100" really illuminate Mike Ladd's affection for jazz, with the former being a true embrace of the avant-garde, complete with direct lyrical and sonic references to Sun Ra. there's a few cuts here, like the title track, that are led purely by singing rather than all-out rhyming, and it's a nice addition. I also appreciate the recurring presence of strings, which add a touch of warmth to this album's otherwise cold, austere presentation. it's no coincidence that billy woods tapped Ladd for a feature on Aethiopes. if not for Mike Ladd, I don't know if we get billy woods, or many of the artists who have been part of the recent wave of experimental rap that's been taking Online music geeks like me for a wild ride the past few years, in the form we know and love it them today. decent 8/10.

this is the album that pretty much put the West Coast on the national stage of hip hop, and it has more or less earned that reputation. these beats are relatively barebones, but they often hit deeply hard. side A of the original tracklist contains some of mid-school hip hop's most iconic songs, with Ice Cube leading the charge as N.W.A's clear stand-out on the mic. it's well known that these guys weren't nearly as "gangsta" as they put on in their music, but their music still succeeds on the strength of their audible enthusiasm. when Cube or MC Ren say they'll bust your ass, you almost believe them. when Eazy-E tries the same, it's played more for humor, and yet he feels at home in the group regardless. the anger and calls to violence in these songs, the rhetoric which once shocked a nation, feels pretty toothless this many decades later, with Ice Cube and Dr. Dre being household names, but the misogyny present in a lot of these songs does genuinely make me bristle a little bit. I like Dre's counterbalance to the chaos which he offers listeners on his solo track, "Express Yourself". it's pretty funny to hear him talk about how he doesn't smoke cannabis considering that he'd drop The Chronic three years after this. despite the pretty severe drop in quality on the last four songs (the beats in particular get a lot worse out of nowhere), there's enough highly classic material on Straight Outta Compton that every hip hop enthusiast should make it a priority to experience at least a couple times. the title track, "Fuck tha Police" and "Express Yourself" are some of the first songs I think of when it comes to the West Coast. decent 7/10.

Raw Power is the culmination of years of blues bands slowly pushing the limits of how loud and hard they could play. this music demands to be listened to as loudly as you can withstand, with Iggy Pop's shout-along hooks and downright feral vocal antics fighting for space alongside some of the most blown-out guitar tones I've ever heard on a rock album, in any generation. what you see in the title is what you get! the release of this album in 1973 places it in a strange transitionary period for rock music, with its place as a founding pillar of the punk style placing it neatly between the blues rock of the sixties and the explosion of countercultural, often avant-garde rock and pop music that was to follow in the seventies and eighties. you can detect pieces of the DNA of early punk rock here, of course, but there's even bits that point towards new wave and hardcore too. it's not often you get to hear a record that exhibits those timeless sorts of qualities, where it feels like you're listening to music history play out in real time. strong 9/10.

a menacing set of songs which, as far as I can tell, sort of set the template for the first wave of post-punk and gothic rock! Siouxsie's voice isn't the most in-tune, but it's among the most evocative and intriguing voices I've heard in front of rock instrumentation. the guitar work definitely earns them the "Banshees" moniker; it's jagged, often noisy, and almost always angular. all of this is grounded by some excellent basslines and some pounding drums with a ton of delay and reverb. you can tell how many eighties bands had checked this album out, along with Joy Division's work from around the same time. pretty great Beatles cover! decent 8/10.

many of the tracks on this LP remain in the Christmas & holiday music consciousness to this very day. if you're in the United States, listen to your local adult contemporary radio station during the holiday season and you're bound to hear these versions of "Sleigh Ride" and "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home" show up. of course, the immediate impact of these songs is Huge, but they're mostly pretty pristine. I've heard some pretty awful Phil Spector production on this list, but this is definitely the era and style in which I think his "Wall of Sound" thing is most effective. I can't imagine how revolutionary it was to hear production like this in 1963! was personally glad to hear a lot of saxophone solos, and specifically glad to hear that they're played on baritone saxophone, perhaps the most underrepresented saxophone size in pop music! strong 7/10.

in the jazz world, there's often a negative vibe associated with the idea of achieving a certain level of commercial success, especially if your music leans electric. Weather Report, perhaps one of the most electrified groups in jazz history, proved with their first run of albums that an interest in amplification and synthesizers didn't necessarily mean you had to suddenly start writing pop songs. with Heavy Weather, though, Jaco Pastorius joins the battle. his signature fretless bass sound definitely swung the band's focus a little towards the mainstream (you could call this album a progenitor of smooth jazz), but in a way that feels less like a cash grab and more like a group of high-level jazz performers earnestly trying their hand at instrumental pop music. the opener, "Birdland", is one of the most iconic songs of the fusion era for good reason. hearing the melodies in the keys, horns and bass trading back and forth is a joy, and the whole thing builds to a tremendous climax. then you get hit with "A Remark You Made", a gorgeous ballad that puts Wayne Shorter's tenor saxophone in the center of some incredible harmony. these first two songs were written by Joe Zawinul, Weather Report's de facto leader, and are a fantastic display of how this band went about walking the line between jazz virtuosity and pop accessibility. the run of three tracks that closes the LP out are also stupendous, especially "Havona" with its epic introductory bass/synth chorale which comes back at the end to tie everything up. these three tracks also give Alex Acuña lots of opportunities for some tremendous drumming. as of the day I'm writing this, the 1001AG average on this album is a mere 2.98/5. I won't stand for this! decent 9/10.

these guys really like the key of F. these are some pretty decent instrumental R&B jams, but the harmonic homogeneity seeps in very quickly. worth a listen for the title track. my shortest review thus far. decent 6/10.

seems like everyone tried their hand at a double LP at some point; they just keep coming! Goodbye Yellow Brick Road distinguishes itself from most other double albums from this period by actually being relatively consistent across the entire duration of the experience. that's not to say it's flawless, as there's still the ungodly annoying "Jamaica Jerk-Off" and the very creepy "Dirty Little Girl" to contend with (I'm really not sure where Bernie Taupin's head was at with those). but talk about a strong start! the first four songs here are some of the greatest of their time: two captivating ballads, and two infectious rockers. my other highlights are the dizzying "Grey Seal" and my favorite song here, "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting". at its best, this album's symphonic ambitions and blood-pumping performances create some of the most magical rock music I've ever heard. props to Elton John and co. for creating 76 minutes of steadily high-quality material! for the most part, anyway. strong 8/10.

here I am, thinking about Bowie and the gallery all over again. in a deliberate attempt to sell as many units as possible, Bon Jovi's third album is devoid of anything that could be called unique or interesting, either topically or instrumentally. I've discussed my frustration at the ubiquity and assumed supremacy of the classic rock canon, and glam metal albums like this represent the nadir of that entire group of recordings. the title must refer to the synths, which are barely audible and only serve to coat the guitars in a layer of gross slime. I'll give Jon Bon Jovi slight props for being a pretty capable singer, but the timbre of his singing voice just makes my skin crawl. the blurb written about Slippery When Wet in the 1001 Albums book talks a lot about how universal the themes of these songs are, and that's all well and good; but, again, Bon Jovi's approach to these themes reveals nothing about who they are as people. one of the reasons Bruce Springsteen, whose influence is all over this music, is so revered is the distinct quality of his lyricism; even when he's telling fictional stories akin to the ones on "Living on a Prayer" or "You Give Love a Bad Name", he places them in a very believable, vivid universe with his writing, both of music and words. a recurring theme with these reviews has been that I really want to hear someone's unique perspective from either of those angles, and I don't feel like I came away from this understanding anything about the members of Bon Jovi as artists or human beings. the band's take on a pop rock sound akin to that of Springsteen or Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers falls more in line with heavy metal, but it's so sanitized that it barely registers as metal. there's guitar solos and power chord riffs, but it never feels blood-pumping, exciting, haunting, or any of the other qualities that great metal can have. so I guess this record simply doesn't work for me at any level. the worst thing an album can do for me is nothing. light 2/10.

in comparison with There's a Riot Goin' On, the S&TFS album I got assigned for this list about two dozen days ago, Stand! is much more exuberant. Riot was borne out of isolation and drug-addled pessimism, whereas this record feels much more like a clear-headed plea for empathy and understanding. the band is insanely tight, and it's great to actually get to hear them together more! Sly's solo experimentations reap their own rewards, but this feels much more like a "Family Affair". personal note as someone who regularly plays in horn sections like the Family Stone's: I really started to sweat as I heard that horn line get so, so high on track 2 (the one I'm not going to type the name of)! half the fun here for me is listening to Cynthia Robinson and Jerry Martini work. from the jammier cuts to the more carefully constructed numbers, there's not a weak link across any of the eight songs presented in this tracklist, and some of them (especially "I Want to Take You Higher", "Everyday People" and the title track) rank among the best Black American music ever made. the pop, prog, and psych contingents of the soul and funk music movements all win here, and in pretty big ways. light 9/10.

Songhoy Blues have a pretty interesting story that's well-encapsulated by the title of their debut album, Music in Exile. members of this band were artistic refugees, pushed out of the north of Mali by the armed conflict that began there in 2012. a jihadist group had taken over much of the region and banned music, resulting in scores of musicians fleeing to cities in the south of the country to continue practicing their craft. one such musician was Garba Touré, who took a bus down to Bamako with his guitar, forming Songhoy Blues with other northern refugee musicians in an effort to invoke the musical spirit of northern Mali, and lift the spirits of other northerners in their predicament. adding to the "exile" component, this album was recorded in London as a result of the band's interactions with artists in the Anglosphere such as Damon Albarn (who landed them a placement on an Africa Express compilation), Nick Zinner of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (the album's producer) and Julian Casablancas (whose label partnered with Atlantic to release this album in North America). the band's hypnotic blend of American and British blues and psych rock with traditional West African music is highly evocative of the desert landscapes its members originate from. it bears something of a resemblance to África Brasil, which was Jorge Ben's attempt at a similar fusion of styles, although his take is, of course, much more on the Afro-Brazilian side of things. plus, Songhoy Blues have a much longer history of rock music to draw from than Ben did! there's a lot of really intricate riffing across all these tracks, and plenty of deep pocket and exciting rhythms that you just don't hear that much in "Western" rock music. this is music which, even if I don't understand the words being said, I can still feel a lot of vitality in. it was created out of the circumstances of an ongoing crisis in Mali, one of the main aims of which seems to be to erase the freedom of artists to properly express themselves. talk about using music as a means of creating opportunities to feel empathy! light 8/10.

I was born in the late 90s, so the way I was first exposed to the ABBA catalog was through the excruciating musical Mamma Mia! and its even worse film adaptation. thankfully, ABBA's actual studio output is nowhere near as dismal of an experience. although I'm now more familiar with their music via radio play and that one compilation that sold a bajillion copies, The Visitors was my first proper ABBA studio album experience, and one which pleasantly surprised me! I typically don't care much for ABBA's disco sound, which dominates most of their biggest songs. thankfully, this, the final album of the band's initial run, leans more into the future, with its synth-laden digital sound feeling a bit less dated and tacky than I'm used to. not only that, but these songs also deal with far more serious themes than most ABBA fare! political protest songs, songs about falling out of love, songs about watching your kids get older. something about bands made up of ex-married couples just gets the creative juices going, I guess: first Rumours and now The Visitors! strong 7/10.

even if you don't like country music all that much, the appeal of Johnny Cash's best work is pretty undeniable. this, the final album of his lifetime, was one in a series of albums mainly focused on cover songs and re-recordings of some of his older repertoire, a project undertaken alongside producer Rick Rubin which consumed most of Cash's creative endeavors for the last decade of his life. that being said, American IV does open with a bespoke original, the title track, one of the last song Cash ever wrote. it's replete with Biblical references, particularly in regards to death and Judgement Day, and these dark themes carry into many of his covers. we all know that Cash's version of Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt" is the definitive one, with Trent Reznor's lyrics taking on an even more twisted emotional dimension in Cash's gravely, borderline-decrepit singing voice. it's a true tear-jerker, although it seems like its legacy often overshadows the rest of the material on this record, which is a shame! Simon & Garfunkel's classic ballad "Bridge Over Troubled Water" (featuring Fiona Apple on backing vocals), Sting's cowboy song "I Hung My Head", Depeche Mode's rollicking "Personal Jesus", The Beatles' reflective "In My Life", and Vera Lynn's wartime standard "We'll Meet Again" all take on new meanings when an end-of-life Cash is singing them. Cash and his fellow musicians approach these songs, and plenty more, with an unadorned, acoustic simplicity that brings out all of their best features. not every track is a total slam dunk. but the vast majority of them are! strong 8/10.

what are the odds of getting two albums by the same artist in two consecutive days? I should go play the lottery. I, like many music listeners, was first exposed to classic country music through the more well-known live recording At Folsom Prison, which Cash released the year prior to At San Quentin. Cash was famous for his regular performances in prisons for crowds of inmates, a gesture of goodwill which just one small part of the many ways he stood up for the downtrodden in his music and his life. an earlier (1958) concert by Cash at San Quentin actually had a young Merle Haggard in the audience, and it partially inspired Haggard to pursue a career in music! it's amazing to think that Cash was able to give experiences like that to a population that often goes unspoken about in polite society. not only are these some great performances of some deeply witty and excellent songs, but Cash's command of his audience is impeccable. his ability to communicate so directly to the experience of his audience, and show his empathy for their plight, is tremendous to hear on record. not only is he hilarious, but he has a rebellious nature about him which the inmates listening are highly responsive to! I loved when Cash asked them what they wanted to hear his band play, rather than being worried about what his production crew might have wanted him to play. but the highlight of the whole thing is when they play his anti-prison anthem "San Quentin" twice in a row; after the first go, during which his audience uproariously received his commentary on how hellish the place is, he asks, "if any of the guards are still speaking to me, can I get a glass of water?" light 9/10.

Frank Zappa for album #69 just feels right for some reason. in my senior year of undergrad, in between all my classes and other obligations, I did a marathon listening session to most of Zappa's work with the Mothers and as a solo artist until about the early 80s. my favorite era is probably 1973-75, but 1967-69 is also pretty compelling. unfortunately, I've never gotten a whole lot out of this, the Mothers' debut. like, yes, there's some brilliant songs here, and the satirical angle is pretty well-preserved across both LPs, but I'm really not all that into all of the sonic experiments that take place. Zappa's fondness for doo-wop music is not one that I share, and I think the musique concrète endeavors here aren't quite as strong as they would be on subsequent albums like Uncle Meat. still, though, bands have to start somewhere, and this is far from the worst place to start! "Hungry Freaks, Daddy", "Who Are the Brain Police?" and "Trouble Every Day" remain some of Zappa's most iconic songs for good reason! I think I'm good on "The Return of the Song of Monster Magnet (Unfinished Ballet in Two Tableaux)", though. my favorite Zappa material is the stuff where he rocks harder, and thankfully he gets there pretty quickly after this. light 7/10.

I don't know if hip hop gets much more prophetic than this. in 1992, on the song "Satanic Reverses", Michael Franti successfully predicted Hong Kong being returned to China in 1997, as well as Panama achieving fully independent control over its Canal in 1999! it's indicative of how ahead of the curve Franti's perspective was, in ways that are often kind of depressing considering how little progress it seems we've made on some of his key issues in the 30+ years since the release of this album. his views on U.S. mass media indoctrination, and the way it creates support (you might say "manufactures consent") for imperialism are still as relevant as ever, and that's not even mentioning his pro-liberation stance regarding Palestine, which I can imagine was even more unpopular in 1992 than it would be today. plus, there's "Language of Violence", one of the earliest anti-homophobia songs in hip hip that I'm aware of! the most immediate comparison I made with this record was to Public Enemy. especially on songs like the title track, Franti and the rest of the Disposable Heroes clearly owe a massive debt to Chuck D's rapping style and The Bomb Squad's maximalist production techniques. despite the obvious connection between the two groups, the Disposable Heroes manage to put their own experimental spin on things, with a much looser, jammier approach in which Franti often doesn't say much at all, and just lets his samples do the talking. some of these songs maybe go a little too long, but the sharpness of the commentary offered in one song after another makes the experience pretty worthwhile in the end. decent 7/10.

it's kind of amazing how well this late-sixties satire of English nostalgia maps so strongly onto the wave of conservative nostalgia we're experiencing here in the States at the moment. the cultural references are obviously not the same (I'll confess I don't recognize a good majority of them), but for as much as this album evokes a peaceful, sunshine-y English countryside, it's clear that the nostalgia being evoked here is for an England which never existed. in an effort to write "English" rock music, at a time where U.S. and European musical influences were beginning to shape the sound of contemporary British music, Ray Davies made a concerted effort to isolate himself from the sounds of burgeoning movements like psychedelic and progressive rock, which were highly in vogue at the time. instead, he and the rest of the Kinks doubled down on ornately constructed pop tunes with bright melodies and neoclassical quirks. compositionally, it's sometimes almost a little too on-the-nose in its portrayal of this imagined English pastoral countryside! the unfortunately uncredited orchestral musicians add a lot of flair and humor to the B-side of the LP. what's with this recurring trend of not crediting orchestral musicians on rock records? strong 8/10.

two English pop albums from 1968 in a row? I should play the lottery again! if the Kinks were operating largely apart from pop trends of their time while they were recording Green Village Preservation Society, the Zombies were much more in line with those trends. it may have even been to their detriment; despite the excellence on display here in the songwriting department (and the pristine production!), Odessey and Oracle didn't make much of an impression upon release. it was only after the album flopped on the charts and the Zombies broke up that "Time of the Season" suddenly took off as a hit in America, and people finally began to take notice of the band's craftsmanship! they've got a bit of a reputation for being a one-hit wonder as a result, but there's a reason this entire album has a legion of superfans willing to sing its praises to high heaven. the songs are impeccably constructed, with the psychedelic quality of the instrumentation and production serving to elevate the compositions, rather than paper over a lack of them. if you have the stereo mix, this is definitely not a headphone listen. I was incredibly disoriented by the hard-right panning of the lead vocals on the opener, "Care of Cell 44", but once I switched to speakers, I felt like I was better able to appreciate it, and the rest of these songs too. you can tell they were mixing for speakers back in the day. decent 8/10.

I have pretty much nothing to add, no unique angle to take. Enter the Wu-Tang is one of the most discussed albums of all time, and it's not hard to see why. this Clan really did signal a new era of New York hip hop! the RZA's use of not just jazz samples, but soul samples, was a landmark innovation which created a seismic shift in the sound of the genre which we can still feel to this day. I'm honestly surprised this album became such a major success given its incredibly lo-fi production quality, but it was the starting point in a long line of grimy hip hop acts from the East Coast and, eventually, all over the country. that's not to even mention the larger-than-life personas created by the half-dozen rappers that handle the bulk of this record's material; Method Man, GZA (A.K.A. The Genius), Inspectah Deck, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, and especially Ol' Dirty Bastard. (I don't want to take anything away from U-God and Masta Killa; they're just hardly featured here!) what would otherwise be your average violent, sexual rap braggadocio gets elevated to an almost cartoonish extent by the veneer of martial arts references applied to the whole thing. you get a really full spectrum of rapping styles that combine to create a powerful sense of momentum. I do wish the skits were their own separate tracks, though, so they could be skipped easier. decent 9/10.

the amount of high-quality music George Clinton released in the 1970s across several bands, side projects and solo acts as a singer, songwriter and producer is staggering, and it's no surprise that he's one of the most revered artists in the history of The Funk. whereas Funkadelic leans more heavily on the rock side of things, Parliament were a little bit more on the soul and synth end. having recently gotten very into Dr. Dre's The Chronic, it's clear how much of a lasting impact Mothership Connection had on Black American musical culture. the drum pockets, the squelchy basslines (courtesy of the one-and-only Bootsy Collins), the murderer's row of horn players, and especially Bernie Worrell's work on keys and synths all give this music so much color and, more importantly, a ton of groove, while also pointing towards the future, both sonically and philosophically. the science fiction streak running through the lyrics here imagines a future where Black astronauts interact with aliens throughout the galaxy and bring The Funk with them. sitting inside of tracks like "P. Funk" or "Give Up the Funk" is a sheer delight. how Parliament manages to sound so tight and loose all at the same time is one of music's great mysteries. light 9/10.

in many ways, Thelonious Monk was far ahead of his time. although there's no denying that he was a major figure in the creation of bebop, his compositions (which have been recorded more times than those by any other jazz composer) evoke not just the then-modern bop sound, but also hark back to the fundamentals of swing and the blues. through all the idiosyncratic rhythmic schemes, odd phrase lengths, moments of dissonance and unexpected modulations, some of the most iconic melodies ever conceived shine through everything as clear as bells, or perhaps the celeste Monk plays on this album's version of "Pannonica". although this album is most well-known for its incredibly thorny title track, which alternates between choruses at full speed and half-time (and which Monk's quintet had to record in sections due to the difficulty of such a challenge for musicians in 1957), Brilliant Corners is full of more subtle surprises. "Ba-Lue Bolivar Ba-Lues-Are" is a lengthy, extended jam on a modified B flat blues where saxophonists Sonny Rollins and Ernie Henry get a lot of space to stretch out; the aforementioned "Pannonica", one of Monk's quirkiest ballads, is enhanced by the presence of the also-aforementioned celeste; the solo rendition of Harry Barris' "I Surrender, Dear" features Monk's iconic stride stylings complete with some incredible dissonances thrown in for style; and "Bemsha Swing", one of my favorite Monk compositions, gets a brilliant reading to close everything out with an especially bombastic drumming performance by Max Roach incorporating some huge timpani hits. as far as fifties bop goes, this is textbook and should be required listening for any jazz musician or aficionado. light 9/10.

Aretha Franklin's singing voice is something powerful. I definitely shivered at more than a few points while listening to this. she's often imitated but never duplicated, as they say. "Chain of Fools" and "A Natural Woman" have been butchered by many a cover artist, but the genuine article reminds you just how brilliant they truly are. most of my favorite soul music leans heavily on influences from classic jazz and, eventually, fusion; this earlier, Southern example of the style leans more heavily on the blues, with a little bit of rock n' roll in there for good measure. there's even an Eric Clapton jumpscare on side B! spooOOOOky! lots of these sixties albums have been just under half an hour in length, which is a really interesting amount of time. it's a duration that, nowadays, a lot of pop artists think of as being too short to make fully cohesive as an LP-length project or, if they're cynical, game the streaming algorithms in their favor. but, for whatever reason, I really think it works for albums like Lady Soul. things really started to increase in size and scope as the seventies rolled on, which had its positives, but it's nice to be able to squeeze a whole album into a standard lunch break. decent 7/10.

on their debut album, the Doors claimed their little plot of land in the domain of psych. heavily distorted, a little sloppy, always cryptic, occasionally vulgar (especially for 1967!). when they really get going, like on the side-closing tracks "Light My Fire" and "The End", they remind me of future bands like The Tony Williams Lifetime; lots of chaos, but also a ton of great interplay. Ray Manzarek's organ often takes a more prominent role in said chaos than Robby Krieger's guitar! John Densmore just lays it the hell down, and Jim Morrison does his Jim Morrison thing. what's not to like? light 9/10.

this is one that my parents had in the house on CD. I think her MTV Unplugged album is also in the collection, but this is the first time I really sat down and went through Jagged Little Pill from top to bottom. I like the production, which feels like that same mix of electronica and rock that Garbage were doing, but Alanis Morissette and Glen Ballard are leaning way more on the rock end of things. these are often pretty loud songs, and they sound pretty great all-around. I just don't love how Morissette enunciates, and I occasionally find her lyricism pretty eye-roll-worthy. I already play "You Oughta Know" at least once a month in one of the cover bands I work with, and that's all the connection I really feel the need to have with this record. "You Learn" is pretty good, too. strong 5/10.

if I had to rank the original 9 members of Wu-Tang, I feel like Method Man would come in around the middle. I don't think he's quite as unique of a voice compared to other members of that group, but he consistently holds his own on 36 Chambers, and this debut solo album goes down pretty well, too. I think this could've done with a few more features to bring a bit more variety to things; the RZA's production is solid as ever but, coming off of an album as vibrant as the debut Wu-Tang record, you definitely miss hearing Method Man in a group dynamic. decent 7/10.

not only are these songs wildly energetic and irresistibly groovy; they're also incredibly smart. some great moments of counterpoint from the bass to the guitars, the guitars to the voices, everything with the drums. suddenly stopping, starting again. sometimes glacially slow, other times blindingly quick. whether an individual song is 30 seconds or 4 minutes, it still feels like an important piece of the overall puzzle of Pink Flag. 21 of them in 35 minutes. economy of time, yet an abundance of intrigue. theoretically infinite replay value. "Ex Lion Tamer" is the best Car Seat Headrest song Will Toledo never wrote. strong 9/10.

Unknown Pleasures, Joy Division's more well-known debut LP, is legendary for the coldness of its production and the bleakness of its songs. Closer doubles down on all of that, and introduces synthesizers into the band's palette of sounds. the gothic undertones of Unknown Pleasures become overtones this time around. frigid guitar layers, thumping, nervous basslines, haunting, distant drums. Ian Curtis' lyrics are absolutely not for the faint of heart; if you've listened to the Danny Brown album which he named after record's opening track, you'll notice the parallels very quickly. in a lot of ways, Curtis is crying, begging for help. these songs also stretch out for much longer than they did on Unknown Pleasures, which really makes them feel like the best kind of trudge. I like Closer more than Unknown Pleasures, but I can't listen to it very often. it has the potential to really screw up my whole day, given how downright depressing it is. there's not many other albums that haunt me the way this does. decent 9/10.

being a cursory fan of a couple of Scott Walker's later albums, Scott 2 offered me more of a look at his origins, in a very different sort of musical lane. compared to the terrifying experimental music he would make in the latter stage of his career, this is a total cakewalk. that being said, it's not without its quirks. the lyrics, especially on the Jacques Brel covers, are often overtly sexual and a bit maudlin. they come across as something akin to show tunes, especially because of the grandiose orchestrations that are an omnipresent feature of the music. this is tagged as Baroque pop, but the inspiration seems to be less Baroque and more Classical, or even Romantic at times. my highlight, apart from the minor hit "Jackie", is the sensational arrangement of Henry Mancini's "Wait Until Dark". strong 7/10.

most of my reviews for this series are my first impressions upon completing a full listen of the album in question, but this one beckoned me to listen to it twice. I'm extremely glad I did. across just 7 songs and 32 minutes, Neil Hannon and The Divine Comedy manage to capture romance from every conceivable angle and emotion. lovesick euphoria, desperate loneliness, deeply toxic codependency, melancholy self-reflection on one's wrongdoings in a relationship. if you've ever been in love with somebody, especially if it didn't end well due to your own shortcomings as a partner, some of this stuff will wreck you. the one-two punch of "If..." and "If I Were You (I'd Be Through With Me)" almost brought me to tears. Joby Talbot's orchestral arrangements are stupendous, oozing with just the right amount of melodrama and cheese, and a few genuinely shocking moments, particularly the screeching cluster chords at the end of "If...". I love the live feel this recording captures. a lot of orchestral pop can feel like the orchestra and the pop are in two separate rooms, and that's very much not the case here. I was reminded a lot of the Scott Walker album I listened to just a day before this, Scott 2, though I think I'd much sooner return to the songs offered up here. there's some fantastic compositional and orchestrational moments strewn across all these tracks, and they range from bombastic symphonic rock to tender chamber music. again, it's a lot of stylistic and emotional range squeezed into a pretty small package. I love moments in this challenge where an album I'd never heard of before just completely captures me. decent 9/10.

from a purely instrumental standpoint, the things this band pulls off are pretty intriguing and, without question, highly varied. we're firmly in the leftmost part of the post-punk field, with some of these songs coming off less as rock songs and more as avant-garde sound collages. but when Pere Ubu gets groovy, I start to understand how they were a major influence on indie bands in the 2000s, particularly the dance-punk movement. I'm just glad those bands had better frontmen, though, because I don't think David Thomas' signature yelp fits these songs whatsoever. it kind of kills the whole thing for me, to be honest. decent 5/10.

in all of singer-songwriterdom, there's no shortage of tragic figures who died both far too young and far too unappreciated, but whose work managed to eventually find a large, adoring audience all the same. Nick Drake's spellbinding debut album Five Leaves Left was met with a muted response upon its release in 1969, owing to a lack of marketing support from his label and a mixed reception in critical circles. as is often the case, musicians first led the charge in reappraising Drake's work; many popular artists in the eighties cited him as an influence, eventually leading the music press to change their tune on the three studio albums he managed to complete before his untimely death at the age of 26, which are now thought of as three of the greatest folk records ever made. and for good reason! this is some truly spellbinding acoustic music. Drake's introverted, contemplative, and often sad lyrics are delivered in a hushed bass register, sitting right inside the range of his guitar to the point where the two instruments start to seamlessly blend together. there's also some tasteful use of session musicians to add some subtle colors to these songs. most of them have a bass accompanying Drake, and there's a couple songs with a piano or some percussion, but most intriguing for me is the haunting string arrangements on "River Man", "Day Is Done" and "Fruit Tree", my three favorite songs on this LP. strings also figure pretty heavily into my fourth favorite track, "'Cello Song". there's not quite as many orchestrational bells and whistles here as there are on Bryter Layter, but it's also not nearly as stripped back as Pink Moon. it strikes a pretty good balance. decent 9/10.

much like the album I got yesterday, Fives Leaves Left, this is a tremendous debut album that wasn't appreciated in its own time. although, to be fair to the Velvet Underground, they were much further ahead of the curve than Nick Drake! Lou Reed's songwriting is in a direct lineage with some truly archetypal rock and folk artists (Buddy Holly, Bob Dylan, Lennon/McCartney), but his focus on the seedy underbelly of New York City's arts culture steers the material into a much darker, often shocking direction. in between seemingly innocent songs like "Sunday Morning" and "I'll Be Your Mirror" and all the rest, there are odes to drug use, drug dealers, sadomasochism and sex workers. 1967! and, of course, the presence of multi-instrumentalist John Cale on these first two VU albums throws things even further into left field. a lot of these songs incorporate some chilling drone elements, others devolve into puddles of cacophony; I am consistently shocked by how low the recording fidelity is! The Velvet Underground & Nico* shaped so many future movements in rock and experimental music, it would probably be easier to count the ones they didn't have an impact on. at their best, they had such a wide variety of ways to create new paths forward for rock songs, compositionally and sonically, across a huge spectrum of dynamics, tempos, moods and subjects. I find myself returning to White Light / White Heat a little more often than this—they go all-in on their experimental side there— but there's no denying that this is one of rock music's finest debut albums, and certainly one of its most influential. *I do find it a bit weird that this is credited as a collaborative album given that Nico only shows up on lead vocals for three songs. but I guess it's as good a title as any other; it's pretty unassuming, and it lets you just sort of take in each song on its own merits. light 9/10.

I'm not sure if I don't like dub/reggae or if I just haven't found the right stuff yet. I like Fishmans as much as any other RYMer worth their salt, but I think their dub stuff is just alright. I can only take so much of the same mid-tempo upbeat guitar strokes with the same drum grooves and, in UB40's case, this deeply goofy saxophone playing. and that's not even touching the fact that this is an LP plus an EP, running well over an hour! Signing Off has the same issue that I've had with a lot of other reggae I've tried out, namely that there's just not enough excitement in this music for me to feel all that engaged for that long. it feels a little bit like new wave, with the synths and some subtle sonic manipulations strewn throughout the band, but does every song need to be a chill-out session? can't we crank up the tempo a little every now and again? light 5/10.

3 Feet High and Rising has a sound that speaks straight to my childhood. De La Soul is from Amityville, New York, about an hour from where I grew up on Long Island. the group's suburban surroundings had a tremendous impact on their subject matter, sense of humor and overall musical dynamic. Prince Paul's groundbreaking production focuses heavily on samples from psych rock and funk, and the general theme of being true to yourself comes through in the trio's carefree flows (dated though they may sound today). that being said, this album invented (or at least pioneered) the skit and the sex skit, a sin for which it can never be forgiven. light 8/10.

this is the Beck I'm more used to hearing on the radio, although I didn't know any of these songs prior to pressing play. that's probably due to the presence of the Dust Brothers on production, who had previously worked with Beck on Odelay, his most commercially successful album. Beck's eclecticism is back on full display here, especially in comparison with his previous album, Sea Change, which was a lot more singular from a musical and conceptual perspective. there's positives and negatives associated with either approach. I like hearing such a diverse array of instruments from song to song, especially how they get chopped up and reorganized. I just don't think the songwriting is quite as impactful or consistent as I've heard from Beck before. if (or when) I get some more Beck albums out of this list, I'd like to come back to Guero and see if I feel any differently about it. decent 6/10.

badass. the name of the game with British Steel is mid-tempo, meaty riffs with some tremendous hooks delivered by Rob Halford, one of metal's greatest melodic vocalists. in general, I like my metal a little speedier than what Judas Priest offers here, but the performances are just so great I didn't really mind. you can tell they were aiming for radio play with this one, but the things that make them a great band are still very much intact. this is the only Priest album on the 1001, so I'll have to revisit their other classics (and late-career masterstrokes) on my own time. decent 7/10.

Stevie Wonder's run from 1972-76 is the stuff of legends. five classic soul albums in as many years! thank you to Motown for giving him the artistic freedom to create some of the greatest music of time! Songs in the Key of Life has achieved the highest status of these five, but since I don't always have an hour and a half to listen to an album, I find myself more drawn to some of the single-LP releases, especially Talking Book (and Innervisions, but that's a story for a different review). Wonder writes songs that just leave you in awe of the sheer power of songs as an art form. he might just be my favorite writer of love songs of all time. lovesick cuts like "You Are the Sunshine of My Life", "You and I" or "I Believe (When I Fall in Love It Will Be Forever)" capture the absolute rush of what it's like to be so deeply in love with someone through some hair-raising chord progressions and modulations, as well as (of course) Wonder's tremendous voice. others, such as "Maybe Your Baby", "Superstition" and "Big Brother" are more about the groove. Wonder's skills as a multi-instrumentalist are well-known, but his drumming in particular is something that needs to be talked about more often! no matter what kind of music you like, I think the appeal of Wonder's work, especially from this era is undeniable. decent 9/10.

it's easy to dunk on RHCP, but the truth is I think there's a lot of elements to how they function as a band could result in some great songs. when John Frusciante, Flea and Chad Smith hit a successful pocket, I damn near start head-bobbing. but, in a band, you're only as good as your weakest member; RHCP's is, unfortunately, frontman Anthony Kiedis. Kiedis is the butt of the wide majority of jokes made at the expense of this band. a lot of it comes down to his lyricism, which flip-flops between free-associative rambling, gibberish, and sexual innuendo. again, this isn't a problem in a vacuum; a band like the Melvins, (existent for about as long as the Chili Peppers) gets a lot of mileage out of lyrics that are pretty meaningless. that might sound like a strange comparison, but I think they've got at least one thing in common: their lyrics communicate a focus on the music being played, rather than the message being communicated by the words being said over that music. that would be all well and good, and this would be a pretty great funk rock album... but Kiedis kills the vibe whenever he touches the mic! his rapping just sounds silly, and his singing is pretty out-of-tune even at the best of times. songs like "Suck My Kiss" and "The Power of Equality" aren't too rough, but even then, they're heavily carried by the work of the three instrumentalists backing Kiedis up. I'm also not sure the inclusion of the ballad tracks like "Breaking the Girl" or "Under the Bridge" is doing the flow of this 17-track, 75-minute album any justice. I mean, those are two of this band's most successful songs, so what do I know? the more they lean into funk rock jamming, the more tolerable the material gets, with the exception of the excruciating 8-minute closer, "Sir Psycho Sexy". light 4/10.

this was the Roots' most experimental release up to this point, and it's not usually a fan favorite, but it's right in my wheelhouse. especially towards the back end, the songs veer away from hip hop and into electronic jazz fusion territory. the ending of "Break You Off" is incredible, with all the new chord changes and the new drum groove. Black Thought verses are literally never bad. there's an amazing version of Cody ChesnuTT's "The Seed" which is a straight-out funk jam. I totally get why people prefer other Roots albums over this one, but there's some days where I'd call this my favorite of theirs. decent 9/10.

Iggy Pop's debut solo album, The Idiot, is one of the most haunting albums in the history of rock music. it's chilly, mechanical and paranoid, reflecting a long period of stagnation in Iggy Pop's career after the Stooges broke up. I can't think of many other rock albums that sound like it, so it's a bit of a shame that Lust for Life retreats back towards a more typical rock sound. thankfully, David Bowie is in charge of most of the songwriting duties here, so this is still a pretty fun listen. Bowie had a tremendous instinct for setting Pop's voice in musical contexts that suited him; "The Passenger" is one of the best songs of the 1970s, bar none. "Sixteen" is one of those creepy, creepy songs I could never hear again and I'd never miss it. decent 7/10.

like with the Red Hot Chili Peppers, the music is serviceable, but then the frontman opens his mouth and wrecks the vibe. unlike with RHCP, I'm much more actively annoyed by GnR's frontman. boomers will complain about not being able to understand a rapper on TV, then crack open a Budweiser with Axl Rose screaming in their ear on their home stereo, and not see the contradiction. a couple of these songs have a somewhat interesting structure, particularly opening track "Welcome to the Jungle," but beyond the singles, there's really not much to write home about here. it's the same group of stock hard rock riffs I've been hearing dozens of bands use over and over again, across decades of music history. the band portray themselves as being far more controversial than their music would actually suggest. light 3/10.

while this is one of the most iconic albums in 80s hip hop, I don't know if it's aged all that well. with their debut, the Beastie Boys introduced themselves as a trio of rowdy, party-loving miscreants. it's an energy that works for them, and it certainly helped propel them and the Def Jam label to mainstream success. but as hip hop, it feels pretty dated. I'm tempted to grade my feelings on a curve just because the genre had a long way to go in general, and because the big hit singles are undeniably a lot of fun. but then you get songs like "Girls," which demonstrate an attitude towards women which they would apologize for several albums later. the growth that the Beasties demonstrated over the course of their career, both as musicians and as thinkers, is pretty tremendous. their discography truly gets interesting for me with Paul's Boutique. light 6/10.

one of my main gripes with 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die is that classical recordings were excised from the list of inclusions. excluding an album like Music for 18 Musicians from a list of the most essential albums of all time feels like the book is jigsaw puzzle missing a piece. 18 Musicians has had an influence which can be felt through so much modern rock and pop music, from Low all the way to Illinois and into the future. calling Sufjan Stevens a singer-songwriter feels like selling him short. he's truly a master of composition and orchestration (he plays so many instruments here!), and he can write a set of stanzas that will bring you to your knees. he manages to capture so many different moods and make them all cohere together: uplifting rhythmic propulsion, downtrodden acoustic numbers to soothe the soul, and multiple mesmerizing passages of chamber music which, again, feel very Steve Reich-esque. I got to see the musical version of this album on Broadway last year. don't worry, they didn't turn everything into crappy show tunes; it was really more of a ballet with a live band playing the album behind it. transcendent experience. in some ways, it feels like this album was made for the stage. 10/10.

when you compare Linkin Park and their debut album to many of their nu metal contemporaries, it's clear that they had a unique approach to combining metal and hip hop. founding member Mike Shinoda's study of the rap game as an MC, producer and scratcher is on full display across all 12 tracks of the aptly-titled Hybrid Theory; the more electronic flourishes and glitches strewn across the tracklist add a lot to the presentation. Rob Bourdon's drumming is suitably funky, but with an unmistakably metallic attack. and, of course, Chester Bennington is the full package as far as a metal frontman goes; he can sing like an angel, but his screams communicate a ton of intensity. (all the old reviews from metal uncs about how this album is supposedly "fake" or "immature" are very confusing to me.) Shinoda's presence as a vocalist is somewhat underwhelming; his rapping is easily the weakest link of the band, but I don't think it ever flat-out ruins any of these songs. it's probably not fair to compare him with Bennington, but it's hard not to when they share so much space. occasionally, I find that the songs themselves are structured in ways that kneecap their potential. I think the chorus of "Crawling" would hit a lot harder if the song didn't start with it; "By Myself" opens with one of Brad Delson's heaviest riffs, then immediately goes into a quiet Shinoda bit; "A Place for My Head" appends a Shinoda rap to the final breakdown where Bennington's screams by themselves were more than enough to carry the song to the finish line. my friend (and LP superfan) Cas pointed out that, while the band were undeniably their own creative force (and an intriguing one at that!), they were also businessmen working for Warner, one of the most major of all major labels. so, from time to time, a decision gets made that I get the feeling was not the band's own. I'd love to hear a more uninhibited version of this sound. light 7/10.

I've listened to this so many times I could probably review it in my sleep. like many young music fans, Radiohead was my entry point into a whole host of different musical movements, styles and scenes; and In Rainbows was their newest album at the time I first became a fan. over the years, it's more than earned a reputation for being one of the band's finest albums, if not their best. OK Computer is still Rate Your Music's favorite, but In Rainbows has it beat in terms of the raw ratings (it's 0.03 points higher than OK Computer as of the day I'm writing this)! I'll ride or die for Kid A supremacy, but on some days, my favorite is In Rainbows too. not only does this have my favorite production and mixing of any Radiohead album (such a luscious, warm sound, even in the electronics), but this may be the band's most consistently entertaining and well-crafted batch of songs to date. it's definitely an easier casual listen than any of their previous four albums were. even the interlude-ish track "Faust Arp" does a lot in just two minutes, with the strings coming in on the back end serving to elevate the track to a transcendent conclusion. the five tracks with strings are all tremendous, especially "All I Need," which may be my favorite ballad Radiohead has ever made. whether the band is plowing straight ahead in a rock idiom or taking a detour for something more introspective, they absolutely nail it every time. 10/10.

I can't even lie, this was pretty underwhelming for the first major milestone of the challenge: rolling over into triple digits. we'll hit quadruple digits in no time! this is a Scottish glam rock album in the vein of David Bowie's material from around the same time, with a bit of Stooges in there, too. if you're a die-hard UK glam aficionado, I can't recommend this highly enough. but, alas, I find that I'd much rather just listen to Bowie. The Sensational Alex Harvey Band is a pretty tight unit (as demonstrated by the artsy 3-part closer), but these lyrics are just too silly. the sex songs (most of these songs, in some way) sound like they were written by a guy who's never had sex, but who's still trying to brag as if he has. maybe it's supposed to be more tongue-in-cheek than it comes off? or maybe pillow talk is way different in Scotland. strong 5/10.

as far as I can tell, this band is sort of like a Britpop sidequest, founded by Justine Frischmann and Justin Welch a couple years after they left Suede, a band I've heard of, but I can't say if I ever heard any of their work. (out of Britpop's unofficial "big 4," the States latched onto Blur and Oasis; Pulp and Suede didn't capture nearly as much attention here.) imagine if Hole wrote songs with Wire-esque riffs and song structures, and you sort of have an idea of what Elastica's debut album sounds like (to me, at least). some of the best songs here, much like on Wire's Pink Flag, are only around 90-150 seconds long! as far as 90s indie rock goes, I have a much higher proclivity for the American bands than the British ones, but Elastica has a sound that brings the best from both sides of the pond to the forefront. it's a mixture of grungy, American alt and indie rock textures with the wit and songwriting tropes of British post-punk. I guess I'm saying they're the Strokes before the Strokes. decent 7/10.

this is much more in line with what I expect from Beck, in comparison with Sea Change and even Guero. to me, his signature sound is an even blend of hip hop production with psychedelically tinged alt-rock sonics. with the Dust Brothers on co-production duty for nearly all of this material, the resulting album has an unmistakable aural fingerprint. my major criticism is that Beck's not my kind of rapper; I think he's far more compelling as a singer-songwriter, as Sea Change so eloquently demonstrated. strong 7/10.

this is the legendary follow-up to What's Going On, an album that's just as relevant today as it was in 1971. it's a magical combination of timeless music with a political angle that only grows stronger and more prescient over the decades. Let's Get It On is, obviously, not nearly as concerned with the issues of the day, but in a way, it's just as timeless and relevant as What's Going On. few topics, especially in American culture, are more universal than sex! Marvin Gaye's liner notes give me the impression that this was an album he made to heal from his sexual trauma and repression; you can hear the weight falling off his shoulders as he careens over these tracks. What's Going On might be notable for its songwriting prowess, but Let's Get It On captures Gaye in the raw. the songs are much simpler, but that simplicity serves the sexual theme, giving him plenty of room to feel out each lyric and phrase. everything is super groovy, and deeply intimate. this is definitely a step in a new direction from what Motown had become known for, and I'm glad they gave Gaye the creative liberty to make it happen! we have a whole host of funky, loose, jam-session-like soul and R&B albums to thank him for. strong 8/10.

even though this is (as of now) the only Belle and Sebastian album I'm even remotely familiar with, I'm comfortable saying that Stuart Murdoch is one of the best songwriters of his time and place. this band strikes such a great balance between familiarity and ingenuity. you'll be humming along to a bouncy melody, and then they'll open a door to a totally different room, leaving you to bask in some sort of lush harmonic bed, and then they go right back to bouncy again. effortlessly catchy, intimately engineered and mixed, and the strings! music that makes you feel good, but also a little wistful. decent 9/10.

in some ways, this is THE rock album, as far as the genre's evolution from 1990 to the present day. the DNA for the modern alternative rock sound, in all the many shapes and sizes we can find it in today, is present in every song on Doolittle. the Pixies can go fast or slow, catchy or chaotic, loud or soft, and often do all of that in just two or three minutes, like on "Mr. Grieves." songs like "I Bleed" or "Debaser" are purpose-built for singing along. "Monkey Gone to Heaven" and "Hey" are tender moments perfectly placed. Kim Deal's basslines and backing vocals are everything. it's all so much fun! if this album has no fans, it means I'm dead, along with millions of others. 10/10.

can you believe they made this shit in GarageBand? compared to the only other French house duo I know anything about, Justice leans far more aggressive. as it was explained to me, the French label Ed Banger was home to some of the country's most noisy, in-your-face electro acts in the mid-2000s. Justice's version of this sound is hyperactive, owing to the use of what the group calls "microsampling." it's a little bit like traditional sample chopping, except the fragments you use are much smaller. this leads to a kaleidoscopic, chaotic mix where the timbres being used are constantly in flux, but they're always relentless. mixes that are this crowded usually give me ear fatigue, but you can tell there was a lot of work done to make these songs feel coherent at the same time. I definitely felt weird listening to this while sitting in a chair! strong 8/10.

you can't go wrong with any of the first six Sabbath albums. their 1970 debut is arguably the first metal album in history so, once again, we're seeing history play out in the listening process! the late '60s were a bit of a mad dash to see how loud and heavy blues rock bands could play before the music they made took on a new identity. while Black Sabbath is, for the most part, a blues album, Tony Iommi's particular use of distortion sends the whole band into a different echelon. (his guitar tone is incredible, by the way.) while Cream had pushed the boundaries of this heavy blues sound just a couple years prior, Sabbath played much harder and even louder. the most obviously metallic song in the bunch is the title track, with its famous tritone riff and slow, ominous tempo. beyond that and the brilliant "N.I.B." (which also has some of the best metal riffs of all time), I think you're better off approaching this as a blues album. that's not to say this isn't metal; since the tropes of the genre were still being established, it just doesn't sound like metal as we think of it today. Paranoid, released just 7 months after Black Sabbath, is a brilliant evolution in approach that I think more truly signals the beginning of heavy metal proper. that being said, one never would've happened without the other, and this debut (their live set at the time, recorded in a single 12-hour session with minimal overdubbing) is an excellent showcase of Black Sabbath's raw talent. decent 9/10.

it's always in one ear and out the other with me and U2. "Sunday Bloody Sunday" and "New Year's Day" are fine enough, but nothing else on War comes anywhere close to those two songs in terms of memorability or intrigue. it feels like a heavily sanitized version of post-punk, always hinting at the things which make that style so interesting, but never embracing them. it's far from being as insufferable as a lot of their (even more sanitized) later work is, but there's still nothing for me to write home about. light 5/10.

soothing, anthemic, and otherworldly. this is rock music performed by truly orchestral forces of instruments; you're not going to find timbres and textures like these on many other rock records. clearly, the sound Spiritualized are aiming for here is heavily informed by the more experimental bands in 60s and 70s British prog and psych. it's nice to see that sound combined with the directness of 90s alt-rock, a combination which leads to songs that are just as engaging to sing along to as they are to stand in awe of. the closer is one of the finest 10+ minute songs in the history of rock music. not a second wasted. and Dr. John's on it? strong 8/10.

I was born early enough for this album to be in my parents' music collection, but not early enough to have heard it overplayed to death. I was much more familiar with James Taylor's recording of "You've Got a Friend" than Carole King's original. that tends to be the case with King; her legacy as a songwriter has arguably outlasted her work as a solo artist, given just how many other artists have recorded iconic versions of her songs. for some reason, it feels like Tapestry is usually discussed as something that came and went. comedians use Carole King as shorthand to evoke the past. but let's not forget that people bought Tapestry like it was going out of style! it's one of the ten best-selling albums by a female solo artist in the US, where it's gone went 14x Platinum. it charted on the Billboard 200 for 300 weeks straight. it won four Grammys, with Taylor's cover of "You've Got a Friend" winning a fifth. these are impressive accomplishments for any artist, woman or not, and they come with a host of really compelling songs to boot. if you're not into soft rock, Tapestry probably won't convert you, but there's not better examples to be found. King and her session band play these songs with a quiet fire, a refreshing sense of clarity, that makes the music very approachable. unlike other soft-on-the-ears albums I've listened to for this challenge, I get a lot out of the compositions themselves. there's just a hint of jazz or something show tune-y in there, something that keeps each song feeling just a little unpredictable. wish I could pet that cat. light 8/10.

we're definitely getting some proto-Reddit-atheism energy here. but it's alright, because Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails is behind the boards! oh, wait. I kid. I love NIN and I think Antichrist Superstar is pretty decent. as far as a more mainstream take on an abrasive industrial metal sound, it could've been a lot worse. the first two tracks are by far the most standout: the rough-and-rowdy "Irresponsible Hate Anthem" into the tight, calculated, mechanical stomp of "The Beautiful People." as far as the rest is concerned, I kind of tune in and out. given Reznor's presence, I often find that the material veers too far into sounding like a dollar-store version of NIN or Fear Factory or what have you. that being said, I could easily see Antichrist being a gateway into more underground, radical heavy music. decent 6/10.

so now I know who MJ Lenderman copped his vibe from. interesting! Gene Clark was a member of The Byrds, a band I'll probably get around to hearing for this challenge soon, and one which was responsible for boosting the careers of, among others, David Crosby and members of The Flying Burrito Bros. Clark's bag on White Light is a country-tinged folk rock sound that reminds me of Bob Dylan; Clark's voice often dips into Dylanisms, and there's even a Dylan cover on side B. I don't know if much stands out to me, but it's consistently a pleasant listening experience. I just wish it rocked a little harder or felt a bit more unpredictable. light 7/10.

the last reggae album I listened to for this challenge was Signing Off by UB40. I remember remarking that I wasn't sure if I disliked the genre, or if I just hadn't spent enough time with the right reggae artists and albums. egg on my face: it's the latter. whereas Sounding Off felt interminable—it's an LP plus an EP running over an hour, and every song is roughly the same tempo—Exodus is a well-balanced package that never wears out its welcome. for the most part, it's an easy, breezy experience, especially the B-side which is mostly about making love and having fun. are you so heartless that you're not moved by the chorus of "Three Little Birds"? the A-side turns towards religion and politics, and the music feels much more serious as a result; knowing this album was conceptualized in the wake of Bob Marley fleeing Jamaica after an attempt on his life definitely raises the stakes of the title track, with its repeated shouts of "move!" but, no matter the tone, everything always feels funky and relaxed. great instrumental and vocal backing from the Wailers + free-wheeling performances from Marley = a great time. decent 8/10.

I've tried to get into the Cure on a couple different occasions, but my aversion to the plasticity of 80s rock production always held me back a bit. this time, I think I'm much closer to a full appreciation. the atmosphere of Disintegration runs deep. like, cavernously so. the layers of guitars (especially the prominent Bass VI), synths and melodramatic vocals all add up to something really ornate and extravagant. the best songs take their sweet time, with most being around five minutes and others stretching out for as long as eight or nine. the band conjures a grandiosity that sometimes reminds me of later developments in post-rock. if I have any major complaint, it would be in regards to the 72-minute runtime of the CD issue. I'm into this album, but not the Seventy Two Minutes kind of into it. light 8/10.

there's an interesting trend of early 2010s albums from smaller artists which appear in 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die: critically acclaimed, yet lukewarmly received on sites like this. do we blame Pitchfork, who had a far more outsized influence on music discussions at the time? are people just being contrarian for the sake of it? well, I wouldn't say this blew me away or anything, but I still found it really intriguing. Django Django's take on this blog era indie sound embraces electronics in a really cool way. sometimes this album feels like a synth piece, other times like a rocker, and sometimes both. this leads to a few pretty infectious cuts. the grab-bag mixture of influences from psych, disco, EDM, surf rock, folk, and plenty more means that the music rarely stays in one place for too long. some tracks are more memorable than others, but choice cuts like "Default," "Hand of Man" and "WOR" make it worthwhile. strong 7/10.

Eno and Byrne mostly made this one in between the sessions for Talking Heads' Fear of Music and Remain in Light. it's a three-album run the likes of which are seldom seen. the Talking Heads albums, two of the best in rock music history, are obviously noteworthy for their iconic songs and forward-thinking production. My Life in the Bush of Ghosts isn't quite as straightforwardly appealing but, as with most things Eno, you'd be hard-pressed to imagine the world of contemporary music without it. if I had to guess, side A was driven mainly by Byrne, and side B by Eno. all 5 songs on the A-side feel downstream from funk and disco, and they're the most immediately gratifying material as a result. the B-side gives way to a similar rhythmic propensity, but one which is much more open-ended and surreal. grooves, when they appear, feel less grounded. the thing tying it all together is the extremely innovative use of sampling, where found voice objects in recordings from around the world become, essentially, a lead vocalist for the instrumentals Eno and Byrne create. this innovation alone would create a ripple effect that can still be felt in electronic music (and even hip hop) to this day. like with Remain in Light, I'm amazed at how ahead of the curve this music is. 1981! strong 8/10.

singles "Breakdown" and "American Girl" still hold up, but the rest is pretty unremarkable. I don't understand how 1001 Albums keeps getting it wrong whenever they choose to only include one album from certain artists. why this, a scant 30-minute LP with tremendous growing pains, over later works like Damn the Torpedoes or Full Moon Fever or Wildflowers? the Heartbreakers are a skilled unit that play very well together, but it's clear that Petty had a lot of evolution still left to undergo as a writer and a frontman. I've never been the biggest fan of his singing, but I have to admit it got much better over the years. the aforementioned singles prove that he had a lot of great things in his future. I just wish this book showcased his abilities a little better! strong 5/10.

only two albums deep into my experience with Neil Young (the other being Rust Never Sleeps), the thing I've come to appreciate the most about his work is that it doesn't waste your time. it's raw, no-frills rock 'n' roll played HARD. the one-note guitar solo has rarely been pulled off with this much aplomb. Young's voice has been a bit of an acquired taste, but I've come to really appreciate the way his vocals seem to haunt his songs. there's a despondence in his singing that gives his lyrical narratives a more three-dimensional character and emotion. but man, this band. especially Danny Whitten. decent 8/10.

I mean, it's good and all, but it hardly feels necessary. LCD Soundsystem's reunion has always rubbed me the wrong way. James Murphy made such a definitive final statement for the band with This Is Happening and a live film/album ironically titled The Long Goodbye. that Long Goodbye lasted all of four years. while there's definitely a few pretty great songs here, a lot of the material just feels like the band spinning their wheels. the synth work is still pretty fresh, and I enjoy that they feel more like an actual live band, but it can't make up for the fact that a bunch of these songs just feel like rehashes of the best moments from their first three LPs. "emotional haircut" feels like a lesser "Drunk Girls," "call the police" feels like a lesser "All My Friends," and on and on. that's not even mentioning the lyricism, which can get downright mean-spirited at times. Murphy used to have a little more self-awareness, but "tonite" is basically just a boomer ramble about how pop music sucks now. never heard that one before. overall, it could've been worse, but it also could've been much better. or, preferably, it could never have existed, and LCD Soundsystem's discography wouldn't have this odd blemish on it. light 7/10.

my first DNF. Britpop with strings. bored me to tears.

it's pretty hard to deny the impact that Gil Scott-Heron had on Black American music of all stripes. his spoken-word poetry is widely viewed as an early ancestor of what we now call rapping, and it's rife with social commentary that's possibly even more relevant now than it was at the time. his influence on hip hop can also be felt deeply through the albums he made with Brian Jackson, including Winter in America. admittedly, it's not my favorite of Scott-Heron's works. I find it a little bit samey; his preference for singing over spoken word for most of the material (save for the electrifying H2Ogate Blues) leaves me a little underwhelmed. that being said, I can't deny that the music is extremely forward-thinking. Winter in America's legacy is well-preserved through its frequent use as a source for samples in hip hop production, a testament to its evergreen sound, typified by spacey electric pianos and flutes. decent 7/10.

I'm a bit more interested in Joni's jazz years, but I mean, come on. it's Blue! talk about an album that will cradle you like a baby when you're feeling low. Mitchell's unique guitar tunings create so much dissonance and heartache, and the way her soprano voice floats over them is so tender and perfect. this is one of the greatest heartbreak albums ever created. it's soul-bearing, deeply confessional and incredibly honest. I can't listen to "A Case of You" without shedding at least one tear. strong 9/10.

a foundational pillar of modern folk music, the 1960 self-titled album by Joan Baez made its mark among aficionados in Greenwich Village and, eventually, the wider folk world. it's a collection of 13 traditional folk songs arranged by Baez for acoustic guitar and voice that sounds strikingly contemporary, despite being over 60 years old by now. to this day, folk guitarists are cribbing her style! it's an impressive thing for Baez to have achieved at the age of 19! my major complaint is just that 13 songs feels like too many. this album runs 45 minutes, but I felt like I had my fill after around 30. decent 6/10.

why is this the only album by Hüsker Dü in this book? I'm baffled that the team behind 1001 Albums would go for this overly long, samey power pop/college rock experience rather than Zen Arcade or New Day Rising, two albums which were indisputably more groundbreaking. I can appreciate that the band wanted to do another double LP, but they didn't have nearly as many fresh ideas here as they did on previous records, so it just feels like a slog to get from tip to tail. I'm not sure why I would listen to this over any R.E.M. album from the same time period. strong 5/10.

sensational. much ink has been spilled over Prince's virtuosity as a singer, songwriter, engineer, producer, multi-instrumentalist and conceptualist. 1999 displays this myriad set of abilities better than any other Prince album that had come before. the singles are well-known for good reason, but the deep cuts are just as stimulating. you're not likely to find many records funkier than this that also have such a strange, off-kilter feeling. it reminds me a little bit of There's a Riot Goin' On by Sly, which captures a similar feeling of unease which was also very much influenced by global politics! the second of the two LPs that make up 1999 gets especially weird, but if that's your thing (and it's definitely mine) then you'll get more than your fill. strong 8/10.

is this the beginning of punk rock? it's hard to know for sure if the Sonics were even fully aware of what they created here. this crudely recorded set of covers (and a few original songs), fronted by the unrestrained hollers of Gerry Roslie, feels like a true evolution in the art of raucous rock 'n' roll. as RYM user Nurah's review puts it, the Sonics are the missing link between Little Richard and The Stooges. Kurt Cobain was also a massive fan of this album in particular, especially its drum sound (an entire kit, recorded with a single microphone, played super hard). the exclamation points all over the top of the album artwork are a clear indicator of just how vivacious and over-the-top this music is, especially for 1965. all that being said, once again, I find myself in a situation with a 1001 album where I think the wider impact that this music had is just a bit more interesting than the music itself. thankfully, these 12 tracks fly by in under half an hour, so it's hard to feel like I wasted any time. decent 7/10.

my review for Low (the 7th album I was assigned for this challenge) outlines a lot of the reasons why that album is my favorite of Bowie's 20th-century output, and many of those same positives also apply to "Heroes", the follow-up. it's no shock that the two have so many similarities. both were released in the same year; both feature many of the same performers and songwriters, particularly the synth treatments of Brian Eno; and both were produced by Tony Visconti, continuing Bowie and Visconti's long streak of collaborations (although it wouldn't get much longer after this). I don't want my adoration of Low to bias my adoration of "Heroes" but, of course, comparisons between the two are inevitable. they form the first two-thirds of what's now called the "Berlin" trilogy of albums along with Lodger, an era which many people would argue represents Bowie's artistic peak. much like Low, "Heroes" is divided into a more rockin' A-side and a more bleepy-bloopy B-side, although the divide isn't as strong here as it was on Low. if you were frustrated by how short the rock songs on Low were, you'll feel much more at home with this one, where there's not a single track under three minutes long. plus, in comparison with how emotionally detached Low can sometimes feel given the brevity of its material, "Heroes" brings back a lot of the funk and soul grooviness of the previous year's Station to Station, but with a newfound precision, thanks to Bowie's recent sobriety. opener "Beauty and the Beast" sets things off with a ton of energy that doesn't relent for the entire A-side, which also includes album highlights "Sons of the Silent Age" and "Blackout." I would argue that the title track is one of the best things ever created by humans, let along just songs. it's one of the most satisfying slow builds you'll ever hear, with a vocal performance from Bowie that may be the best he ever recorded. it never fails to make me stop dead in my tracks and well up with emotion. the electronic tracks are, just as with Low, drop-dead gorgeous. whereas Low used ambient music to create an often oppressive atmosphere, the vibe on "Heroes" is much lighter and more ethereal. just existing inside of tracks like "Moss Garden" and "Neuköln" is one of the simple joys in life. plus, the first four tracks of the B-side all crossfade into each other for a seamless 16-minute ride. Bowie's saxophone trailing off at the end of "Neuköln" feels like a really satisfying conclusion, with "The Secret Life of Arabia" acting as a nice bonus. presumably it's at the end so as not to hang the rock 'n' roll people completely out to dry, but I always thought it would fit better somewhere else in the tracklist. it's the one major gripe I have with "Heroes" despite the fact that, at the end of the day, it's still one of my top five Bowie albums. strong 9/10.

out with the Cale, in with the Yule. the effect this simple lineup change had on TVU is pretty hard to overstate. save for the 9-minute psych-tinged surrealism of "The Murder Mystery" (by far the most interesting song here), any trace of the avant-garde elements which colored their debut and defined their sophomore effort are essentially gone here on LP3, which is either their first or second self-titled album, depending on how you want to count it. on the one hand, the band's pivot to a straightforward rock sound automatically makes this album just a little less interesting to me compared to the first two. on the other, that's just me wanting this to be something other than what it is. with Reed as the sole songwriter, it's no surprise that both the compositions and their orchestrations are heavily stripped back; after all, this is the guy who famously said that "Two chords is pushing it." a lot of the time, you're left rocking between the 1 chord and the 4. you're sort of forced into this hypnosis in a similar way to the minimal music being written in New York City at the same time as TVU was active. the lyrics are, similarly, a lot less taboo than the band had become known for. if anything, I feel like there might have even been a little too much edge sanded off in comparison with their previous work. despite that, I really appreciate how this album shows off the band's ability to thrive in many different musical contexts. there's still some interesting instrumentation quirks to be found; it's hard to think of this as being a "sell-out" record, since the band's identity is still pretty well intact. that definitely didn't stay true for much longer after this album, though! decent 8/10.

were people really clamoring for this sound in 1990? 1990 was a bit of a liminal space in comparison to the decade that followed; the sound of "the nineties" was yet to be solidified, so a beguiling array of genres were competing for dominance, many of them holdovers from the eighties. the Black Crowes, meanwhile, are a holdover from... the seventies? yes, they formed in 1984 in Atlanta, and they play a pretty authentic southern blues rock sound. by the time the band finally released this, their debut studio album, they were six years in, and their musical path had been pretty well-trodden by bands as far back as the sixties. it makes it hard for me to get all that excited about the material on offer since, while the Black Crowes are a capable performing unit, they hardly bring anything new to the southern hard rock formula other than, perhaps, a slight bit of alternative flair on their ballads. they sound like a very talented bar band. Chris Robinson's vocals are as ugly as sin. strong 3/10.

without question, this is an iconic debut from one of the most iconic groups in the history of hip hop. one thing that ever-so-slightly holds People's Instinctive Travels back in comparison to a later album like The Low End Theory or Midnight Marauders is how wet ATCQ feels behind the ears. Q-Tip and Ali Shaheed Muhammad demonstrate a hell of a lot of prowess as producers on nearly every track here (the one-two punch of "Bonita Applebum" into "Can I Kick It?" remains one of the highest points of any Tribe album tracklist), but knowing just how colorful and unique their production would become on future records spoils things here just a little bit. thankfully, the group's MCs nailed their sounds from the jump! Q-Tip's rasp and Phife Dawg's smoothness each make for some of hip hop's most iconic voices. plus, for a long time, this was the only album to feature vocals from Jarobi, who makes perhaps his most notable contributions to People's Instinctive Travels as a chatting DJ in the skits that introduce each song. again, this is a pretty great album all around, but it's hard to observe in a vacuum. their first three records form this tremendous trilogy which it's hard to isolate any one piece from. they'd probably rather I focus on the whole anyway, since ATCQ notably credited all the production and writing to all of their members, somewhat obscuring the lines between who was doing what and making it all about the collective. it's a pretty great formula for free-wheeling group chemistry that they would capitalize on even further in the future. decent 8/10.

UK psych's stranglehold over 1001 Albums' sixties selections reigns supreme. at least this time we've got a Scottish take on the sound, and one that's actually pretty singular. Donovan's particular brand of surrealist poetry, paired with some exceedingly strange songs (with even stranger arrangements and orchestration), makes for an album that's pretty hard to mistake for any of his many psych contemporaries at the time. the bluesy title track was apparently a #1 hit here in the US, but I can't recall if I had ever heard it before. it's one of the more obvious highlights, with its sticky, chromatically descending melodic phrases and its variation on the three-chord blues form. it's hard not to think of the psych era of the Beatles in the face of some of this material, but remember that Sunshine Superman hit store shelves a full 9 months before Sgt. Pepper's! it's easy to forget that this was a collective of artists all trying to achieve a similar aesthetic. there's also "Season of the Witch" which feels like a more polite version of what bands like Led Zeppelin would go on to do just a few years later. (incidentally, a pre-LZ John Paul Jones plays bass on the title track.) beyond that, the rest of the material can be a little bit hit-or-miss, but I really enjoy a lot of the sounds this album presents despite that. decent 7/10.

Booker T. & The M.G.'s definitely sound better with a frontman and horns. Otis Redding possessed one of the most emotive, multifaceted singing voices recorded music has ever seen. on Otis Blue, he digs in hard on just about every cut, squeezing every ounce of meaning from each lyric with a kind of controlled chaos. most of the material is cover songs, with a particular focus on the music of the then-recently-deceased Sam Cooke; Redding's versions of "A Change Is Gonna Come" and "Wonderful World" are particularly strong, every bit as worthwhile as Cooke's. there's also "Respect," a Redding composition which Aretha Franklin would later modify and record herself, with her version becoming her signature song, and a major feminist anthem to boot. I enjoy the novelty of hearing such a different arrangement in Redding's master version, but there's no question that Franklin's version, with the addition of the "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" break and a whole lot more, is much more definitive. that being said, I might like Redding's version of "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" more than The Rolling Stones's original. a bit hard to say this soon. the overall highlight of the album is another Redding original, the magnificent slow burner "I've Been Loving You Too Long." strong 8/10.

for as much noise as Dinosaur Jr. can create, they have a really keen sense of structure, dynamics and timbre manipulation. plus, they write really catchy stuff! frontman J Mascis is apparently compared to Neil Young no less than all the time, so I hate to relitigate this finished business, but there's an uncanny resemblance between the two and a clear path that leads from one to the other through musical time. Young's raw, unbridled rock 'n' roll spirit is very much alive on songs like "Freak Scene" and "They Always Come," as well as songs like the confrontational "Don't" which offer a lens into this trio's interpersonal struggles. the transition from one decade into another can often be rocky, as the old one bows out while the new one is still trying to find itself. a band like The Black Crowes, whose 1990 debut LP I listened to and reviewed just a few days ago, was looking pretty solidly to recreate the past in their work. Dinosaur Jr. did the same, but also had a keen sense of how they might push things forward. in some ways, their work is as important to the development of alternative rock (perhaps the last major advancement in rock's mainstream) as that of the Pixies from around the same time. in fact, Dinosaur Jr. was even there slightly earlier! their eighties presence on the SST label (alongside similarly forward-thinking punk and proto-alt stalwarts like Black Flag, the Minutemen, Hüsker Dü and Sonic Youth) hardly seems like a coincidence. decent 8/10.

there's a vast emptiness at the center of this music that I can't seem to shake. given that Daniel Lanois, Brian Eno and Steve Lillywhite (among others) are handling production duties, this should be an easy shoe-in for me. and yet, it's U2 themselves that hold me back from a fuller enjoyment and, in fact, actively grind my gears. granted, there weren't many rock albums that sounded like this in 1991. it's a grandiose experimental sound involving a lot of electronics, strings, and other "recording studio as an instrument" layers. at times, I almost found myself captured by Achtung Baby just off of the pure textural thrill that sometimes comes through on songs like "Until the End of the World" or "Zoo Station," but then I started paying attention to the actual songwriting again. that's where it all came crumbling down. these songs are dreadfully boring. the rock instrumentation at play (y'know, the actual band) is utterly sterile. the producers and extra bells/whistles get all the best moments. Bono's voice (specifically his grating falsetto, a defining feature for him on this LP) is among the most punchable I've ever heard. The Edge's guitar tones are among some of the least edgy (and most pillowy) in all of rock music. the only interesting layer of stuff coming from the members of U2 themselves is Larry Mullen Jr.'s drums. this was very nearly my second DNF for this series. U2's music, especially this album and The Joshua Tree, reek of a kind of pomposity that simply doesn't feel earned. there's this feeling I get like the band thought they were making the hottest shit any rock band had yet thought of, and yet the final results are so tepid, predictable and uninteresting. not to mention how cloying the absolute worst moments are. fun fact: "One," which has become an anthem for social justice causes in the last few decades, is actually just a song where Bono negs a woman he made up. stop it! get some help! decent 3/10.

Big Black were yet another underground rock band working in the eighties to hazard a guess as to what the guitar music of the future would sound like. their answer was an uncompromisingly abrasive sound with a ton of overdrive and stiff, mechanical drums provided by an E-mu Drumulator. every song here has a slightly different drum pocket and more than a few incredible riffs, which helps to create a good sense of variety from one track to the next. I'm glad this was under 40 minutes; any more and I'd have gotten a splitting headache. Atomizer lasts just long enough to make it possible to enjoy every second, but not too long! light 9/10.

this is among the easiest of easy listening fare you can find, the polar opposite of my album from yesterday (Atomizer by Big Black). James Taylor is a songwriter in the folk and soft rock vein, and his music is an uncontroversial blend of those sounds with those of Black American styles like R&B and jazz, not to mention a country undertone that never really lets up. it's definitely not "cool" to like this type of stuff (nor does Taylor attempt to make it sound very cool), but I can't help but enjoy it. it's no accident that a generation of jazz musicians in the 70s and 80s were taken by his work! the closer ("Suite for 20 G") is an especially keen demonstration of Taylor's flexible harmonic frameworks and keen sense of melody. strong 6/10.

even by Prince's eclectic standards, Sign "☮︎" the Times is an absolute smorgasbord. there's plenty of the fun, funky heaters that he's now synonymous with, but also way more sonic detours than on any prior Prince album. he really takes full advantage of the flexibility that the double-LP format allows for. it's hard for me to get into as much detail as I typically do, since the act of listening to so many great songs in so many different styles tends to scramble my brain a bit. while this is becoming one of my favorite Prince albums, I think I need a little more time with it compared to Dirty Mind or Purple Rain. just rest assured that whether Prince is in sex funk mode, romantic balladeer mode, gender-bending mode (with the Camille songs), or what have you, it's gonna be great. it never ceases to amaze me how many different talents this guy had. truly a musician's musician's musician. the fact that some of these larger-than-life tracks were made totally in isolation is insanely cool. the biggest highlight is easily "I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man," an absolute show-stopper that foreshadows the sound of contemporary creatives like Mk.gee. light 9/10.

a bit of a hard sell for me, even if I really enjoy the idea of this band and this music. it's an industrial rock album where all the guitars are played off of a sampling machine. but, more than that, it's also a surreal ambient record. with the throat-sung Swiss-French vocals layered on top of everything, the final result is a truly alien experience; it's not shocking to me that a band named after a Swans song would produce something so difficult to categorize. (seems like David Bowie was listening to this when he made 1.Outside, which totally scans.) ultimately, I find myself more enthralled by the sound of The Young Gods more than the songs they write. but, hey, these guys definitely have a sound, which is more than you can say for most bands! light 7/10.

the more Elvis Costello albums this book throws at me, the more I understand why it adores him. he was in the right place at the right time making just the right kind of music to appeal to the critics: a sharp blend of post-punk and new wave with nods to artists of yesteryear (the omnipresent Beatles being most prominent to my ears as an influence) and production work which, by Armed Forces, was beginning to resemble the maximalist sound pioneered by Phil Spector (listen to the layers upon layers of guitar coating "Chemistry Class," for instance). some of the best pop/rock songs I've ever heard are to be found here. the opener ("Accidents Will Happen") is surely the biggest standout; you just don't hear harmonic ingenuity like that on the charts these days. "Senior Service" is a great jam, too. "Oliver's Army" would've been my #1 pick easily, but Costello says the N-word on it (prefaced by the word "white"). I just don't understand the point he's trying to make there; even taking Costello's ironic character in mind, it just feels like pointless edginess. I have to dock the song a little bit as a result. the songs that point away from Costello's power pop origins and towards his interest in more traditional rock sounds are often the ones that go over the best. otherwise, I think I'd rather just put on This Year's Model again. decent 7/10.