1001 Albums Summary

Repetitive crash/bang neo-garage rock. It's fine, I guess, but doesn't really do much. Never really understood the Jack White obsession. Feels uninspired. Couldn't wait for it to be over. Not for me.

Jammer. Nice easy grooves, layers of sound come through with plenty of headroom. Let it rip.

Don't care much for The Doors, but I'm glad this is one of their more tangible records. Songs were short enough that the next one would start before I needed to change. Overall better than expected.

This record brings together many musical elements that I love. Unpolished dance rock with a punk-leaning spine, songs that build despite repetition. Brings me back to my grad school days when I would go to my favorite bar which had a great catalog of LCD Soundsystem on the Touchtunes and my friends and I would load up 5-6 songs for an hour-worth of good feels - the real bang for my college buck. I welcome revisiting this record every time it pops up, haters be damned.

While I appreciate Hendrix's contributions to music and culture, I don't appreciate "Guitar God" as a genre of music. Looking at the tracklist, I am already terrified of 15 and 10 minute-long songs. I lasted 5 minutes into Voodoo Chile. I get this dude rips, but my attention span can't handle this. Onward... Made it to Gypsy Eyes - I'm hanging in through the shorter songs. But I'm feeling a little lopsided and realize that it's because all of the drums are in the left channel. Wild that stereo was new around this time, but very glad we have learned from this. Beginning to experience fatigue. Enter electric harpsichord and outer space guitar effects. Extreme cognitive dissonance. Ooof only made it 90 second into 1983. Is this what the future sounded like in 1968? I'm all fuzzed out. Like the Beatles, I will accept Hendrix's impact of rock and roll, but I will likely never be a fan.

I can almost taste the bananas and peanut butter listening to this. The record moves. Enjoying a record of sub 3-minute songs with some variety. Overall it was pretty good. Not something I'd go to grab off the shelf, but wouldn't mind it playing in the background.

Classic record. Songs that remind me of being a kid and discovering my own taste in music.

Bowie has admittedly been a blind spot in my listening history. Excited to give this a listen. Starts pretty fun. Nice little rocker to kick things off. Catchy and fun bopper. Track two gets Doors-level weird. Perhaps too avant-garde for first thing in the morning. Eh overall it was fine, leaned a little too Doors-esque drug-addled drone rock. Not my fav.

I've never listened to Liars, I know nothing about them, and I really like this album cover. Excitement is high going into this. Ok first track is out there. Really hoping this record morphs into something cohesive and it's not trippy experimental drum n bass the whole way through. Track 2 was a hard no. Nevermind. This record sucks. First one I can't get through. Maybe these guys needed to exist for The Books and TV on The Radio to be received as well as they were, but this sucks. Fucking terrible. It's like Blue Man Group spent the summer in London and decided they wanted to put out a punk record.

This hits somewhere between The Books, Moby, and a generic PS2 racing game's menu/title music. It's not bad. Kinda sits in the background. Could benefit from some brevity.

Punky and kinda fun.

Grew up on The Fugees and when this album dropped I was stoked. Lots of love for this body of work and a product of NJ.

TBH I remember this record being better. Either that or grunge just really hasn't help up over time. IDK.

I'll always prefer The Smiths to solo Morrissey, but it is pleasant.

Not trying to shit on Prince or anything, but this record is too 80's to be timeless or feel anywhere near relevant in 2025. Waves of this genre have come and gone 3 or 4 times since. Don't get me wrong. It's fun. Just feels old and irrelevant. I can't help but feel like the synth is super corny despite all the horny lyrics. My only guess is that copious amounts of cocaine are required for this to all make sense. Also that album cover. Woof.

When this album popped up the day after 1999, I thought it was a cruel joke. 1999 was so irrelevant today that i couldn't wait for it to be over. In the spirit of the game, though, I popped on Purple Rain and heck yea. The songs are succinct, more inspired, and the whole thing just rips. Crazy what 2 years can do for an artist. This record is very much so one to listen to (several times) before you die. 1999 has come and gone, though, and we don't need it again.

This record bops. Gets a little weird at parts, but still moves. Dancy, 80-synth, parallel punk. You know half the songs, and the rest are just as fun.

This record somehow manages to make the listener part of the prison crowd. It's a little rowdy, a little gritty, feels off the cuff. A fun slice of americana that we would do well to appreciate.

Today I realized I've been missing out on gang of four. This record is great. I can see the lines drawn from this to various Ted Leo / Rick Froberg projects, of which I am a huge fan. Turn it up.

Few records have been considered a favorite of mine for as long as The Score.

I guess jazz is kinda lost on me. This just hits like elevator music and I think I'd prefer silence.

This album still hits. Maybe more now than it did in the 90s. Someone has to say what we're all thinking.

Never really had a sit to listen to Paul Simon. I like it. At first thought, way more accordion than I expected. The fretless bass is an acquired taste, but makes the whole sound of this record alongside the chorusy lead guitar riffs ala The Smiths. Somehow this record kinda hits like a hip hop record in the way that the different layers come together and Paul kinda singy-talks over everything. This is another one of those records where I can pinpoint its influence all over modern music. Very cool.

Turns out I've heard almost all of these songs and tbh the kinda hit from a sentimental standpoint. When this record came out, you couldn't sneeze without hitting a song from this record.

this one ain't it.

It's so catchy and brings me back to my youth. But do I actually *like* it? Idk.

Never really loved Fugazi, but this record was pretty good.

This record rips. Never really listened to Gun Club, but I can hear them in most of everything else I listen to. IMO a perfect blend of Americana and pissed off post-rock.