1001 Albums Summary

Great album, songs with which I grew up. Brought back memories.

One of the best albums in history! There are no words that could describe this perfection, this ingenuity, this masterpiece... this madness...

41 minute and 26 seconds of yelling! The only plus is the Chubbchubbs beginning, that's why there's second star.

It's such a feeling to walk through the streets of the city on such a gloomy morning: the sky above you is gray, the asphalt under your feet is gray, and the air that fills the space between is largely gray, and while a cold northerly wind freezes your eyelids, Perfect Day is playing from your headphones. By the way, this is perhaps Lou Reed's most commercial album and the first with which he experienced mainstream popularity after Velvet Underground, and I liked it. I read on Wikipedia that this is also characterized as glam rock, although it didn't sound that way to me. There are songs that are cheesy and more pop-oriented, but overall - a short and sweet album that I listened to with enjoyment.

When it came up, even though I hadn't heard anything by Mudhoney before, I said: hey, great, grunge, I'm going to like this. And the beginning, the intro song was great. But by the end, this album tired me so much that if there had been another song, I don't know if I would have finished it. Pale, unimpressive, not a single song stood out, it didn't make me add it to liked to listen to later... But because of the sound that I love, 2/5.

I have never heard a stronger start to an album! Where the Streets Have No Name, I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For and With or Without You one after the other make the strongest start ever! Then the rest of the songs follow, which are a bit similar to each other, mostly in terms of atmosphere and lyrics that lead us around America. They criticize Bono mostly that he is too loud, and that his vocals are sometimes too loud for the background music, which makes him called egocentric and irritating, but I didn't mind it at all. This was a wonderful walk from Belfast to the USA, everywhere where the streets have no names and I enjoyed every moment of the album. After the end, I listened to the first 3 songs again - masterpieces! Probably the three best songs of entire U2's career, placed on the same album and one after the other.

Not my cup of tea.

The first real discovery and positive surprise for me! New Order are actually the rest of Joy Division after the death of Ian Curtis. And naturally, when you know that 3/4 of the old band is in the new one, you expect the same or similar sound (post-punk), although Wikipedia describes them as an electronic rock band in the first sentence. And it was probably like that in the previous albums of New Order, because this is their fifth studio album, but Technique was recorded in Ibiza and under the huge influence of dance music from the Balearic Islands and the acid house sound that was slowly emerging at that time, the guys started experimenting with their sound, so in almost half of the songs you can hear a lot of synthetic sounds, primarily synthetic percussions, but also a lot of synthesizers, and a lot of inserted sounds from those synthesizer buttons that I've always wondered what they were for. In the opening track Fine Time, which did not hint at what was to come, there is even the sound of a sheep or goat at the end of the song. In one of the reviews for this album on the generator, someone wrote "Technique is what you get if the music teacher is absent, so the kids sat behind his synthesizer, rattled the buttons and recorded what they got". So, half of the album sounds like a bastard of Joy Division and Pet Shop Boys, but the other, larger half (5:4), when they added synthesizers and synth effects and percussion to the post-punk sound, an interesting synth-pop sound was obtained, which is one of my favorite genres in music. I read that in the 80s and early 90s it was cool to listen to New Order, that only those who fancied themselves with a sharp sound and were misunderstood by society listened to them. Today, 35 years later, I'm discovering Technique and listening to All the Way, Love Less, Guilty Partner, Run, Dream Attack for the first time... I've made a playlist on Spotify where I add the most beautiful songs from the albums I'm going through - well, I've added the most songs from Technique from all the albums so far - 5 out of a total of 9 on the album. Plus, I listened to the album twice this morning, and one of the songs - Love Less - maybe five times by the time I write this. Great one!

Revolver is an album that is de facto different. Perhaps I would have had a stronger impression if I had listened to the previous albums chronologically first (this is my 11th album) and then arrived at this one in an evolutionary way. I heard one different, but definitely masterpiece song (Eleanor Rigby) which has always been one of my favorites, and 13 more that are somehow strangely incompatible with each other and don't seem like having a connection with others. I think I have an explanation for how the absence of such a connection makes a strong connection, but nevermind... A strong 4/5 from me which I may change later, we'll see.

At San Quentin is an album you can't help but love. First - it shows that it is full of soul, that Cash is singing from the bottom of his soul and that he is fully committed to the audience. But mostly, on Cash's country sounds, no matter how hard you try, you just can't get all parts of your body to stay calm, so you'll find yourself tapping your foot, or snapping your fingers, moving your head... An album that shows the true love for music in a raw way, and no matter how much you're not a fan of this sound, you just can't help but like it.

An album that doesn't tire you, can play in the background and you can tap your foot while surfing, eating or doing something else. Rod Stewart has a unique voice, it sounds like he's swallowed a hedgehog and it's stuck in his throat. But I don't mind that, on the contrary, it makes him more interesting, otherwise he might have melted into the masses and wouldn't even have been noticed. Because he's average, he's really average!

A perfect album for such a gloomy day. Even if it was raining outside, it would have fit perfectly into the setting. Plus, the last song coincidentally has the title Sunday and today is Sunday... So it's lucky that it was generated today, and not when the sun is shining outside, otherwise I don't know how I would have been able to stand the whole melancholic-depressive atmosphere of the songs. There are three instrumentals on the album, including the title track, which I have to admit that I liked more than the vocal-instrumental ones. It's classified as a folk album, but in it I found threads of jazz (especially in Poor Boy), soul, rock, and even trip-hop, and not only in the melancholic atmosphere, but literally in one song (At the Chime of a City Clock) part of the music is like taken from a Portishead song. So, in general, I have a positive impression of this album, chill-out, moody, mellow music that if you're in that kind of mood, it would suit you. This is the first time I've heard anything from Nick Drake, but I wasn't disappointed.

I've never been a fan of the Stones. Not that I'm in any camp, because the division is Beatles vs. Stones, but I've always liked the Beatles more, although it's not that I've hated the Stones a lot. What annoys me the most about them is Mick Jagger. Not only in appearance, but also his voice - the color, the diction (I don't understand half of the words he says), and I often think he's out of tune, dissonant and fake. I could be wrong, but that's how my ear perceives him. But the rest is top notch! Specifically, this album, if you abstract from his voice - there's not a bad song! So I literally enjoyed all the guitars (Keith Richards is a beast!), the riffs, the bass, and I really liked that they've inserted a lot of wind instruments into most of the songs (although it's probably just sax) which really surprised me positively. All in all, nice classic rock, without much experimentation with the music, and one of the best albums I've come across lately.

The second huge surprise for me. This one is even bigger than New Order's Technique. In the morning I open the two albums that need to be listened to and usually I always go with the individual album first, then the group album (I have second project too, with a group of 25+ people). But this morning I could barely get out of bed, I think every bone in my body ached. And when I saw Satan in the title of this album, I thought only satanic music left and I could jump in front of a moving bus (I didn't even read what the whole title actually meant, which was because I wasn't well at all). So I listened to the group album first, and left this one for later. And I think I couldn't have chosen better! I, like everyone else, know The White Stripes from their anthem Seven Nation Army and a few other songs, including Blue Orchid, but they all follow more or less the same sound: guitar-heavy, with an indie garage rock revival sound, which leans more towards alternative than classic. I expected to hear something like that here, but boy, oh, boy... This is more colorful than the fucking flag of the LGBTQksduhdusad+ population! Here I heard pop, I heard country, I heard hard rock, I heard blues, a lot of experimentation... And not a little bit in every song, but literally every song is like from a a separate genre: there are pop piano ballads (White Moon) and other soft pop-rock (I'm Lonely But I Ain't That Lonely Yet, My Doorbell), and country (Little Ghost), and blues (Instinct Blues), and of course, the well-known alternative rock sound of the Whites (Blue Orchid, which I already said was the only one I knew from here)... This is an album in which the heavy electric guitar riffs that they are famous for are replaced with piano, so you will find several songs in which you can't even hear the sound of the guitar, and in those in which you will recognize it, it is an acoustic guitar. And what struck me especially strongly: they play with percussion like no one I have ever heard before. So, in every song it seems like there is some new, strange drum and rattle. I heard xylophones and metallophones, rattles like a bottle full of sand, some strange percussion that sounded like he was tapping on the plastic chair he was sitting on, even a tambourine in one song, and in another - the sound of cutlery in a drawer in a semi-dark room. :P And all of that, all of this colorfulness is brought together by the lucid voice of Jack White and the incredible Meg White on drums. And Rita Hayworth in the lyrics, of course. :P The sound is far more melodic than anything you've heard from them before, except for a song from this album, of course. There was another album before that I criticized for not sounding like a coherent whole. Well, this is a completely different level then, but I enjoyed every fucking second of it! Favorite songs: of course Blue Orchid, the jingle My Doorbell Which I believe will be ringing in my head for a long time, I'm Lonely But I Ain't That Lonely Yet, Instinct Blues, As Ugly As I Seem, but most of all Forever For Her (Is Over For Me) which instantly entered every one of my favorites lists on Spotify! If I had listened to any of these songs yesterday (except Blue Orchid), it would never have occurred to me that it was from TWS. I'm currently playing the album for the third time tonight! And who knows how many more times I'll listen to it, because I didn't expect such a refreshing experience at all! Without hesitation, 5/5!

Great cover.

I've never heard of the band The Coral in my life, and I don't have the energy to Google them, so I'll just focus on what I've heard. This album played hot and cold with me - one song will start well, it will interest me, and then 30 seconds later I'll lose interest. Another will sound like classic rock, so - hey, this could turn out great, only to be smothered with the next one. I don't know what the problem was, but it was a very inarticulate album, which I can't define at all. And since I gave Roxy Music 2/5, I can't give anything more than that here either, because I don't know how this got into the top 1001 albums list.

This is the most original thing I've heard in my entire life!

One hour of noise!

Another not-my-cup-of-tea album. This one was nominated for a Grammy for Album of the Year in 2012 and I know it was quite popular and appreciated, but I don't understand the hype. I have no problem with this kind of music, but this one in particular sounded lukewarm to me. The only songs I would listen to again sometime are Pyramids (which lasts almost 10 minutes) and Bad Religion. The rest - meh.

Highly overrated.

This is my second hip hop album in the same day. I probably haven't listened to as many hip hop songs as I listened to one after another today in my entire life, so now I feel like I've experienced a brain trauma. Or at least like millions of my brain cells died. But at the end I started to move my head a little bit, so I guess there's progress.

Lukewarm, very lukewarm, uninteresting, I would never listen to it again.

Awful.

WHAT AN AWFUL THING THIS IS! It starts with a song in which he repeats "I wish I could die" a million times while sounding like he put a cloth over the microphone he's yelling into. Or like he's yelling into a megaphone instead of a microphone. And you die of boredom with him and you think that even though he wishes he could die, you'll die before him. And at the end of the song he says: "Terminal boredom" and it perfectly describes what just happened! This is radioactive shit, you can get cancer from it. TO BE AVOIDED BY ALL MEANS. The epitome of horror. If you want to know what horror sounds like - this is what!

The first song, Krautrock lasts 11 and a half minutes. And it starts for all 11 and a half minutes. And you wait for it to start, but it just starts. A whole 11 and a half minutes. And you say to yourself - is this still going on? Because there is no dynamics, the same sound is literally a whole 11 and a half minutes. And it never starts. And finally, not yet started, it ends. I didn't even notice the second one, I don't know what it was. The third one was OK to listen to, but just OK, nothing more. And after the fourth one, some experiments begin, strange sounds, some incomprehensible things that can be called a combination of sounds rather than music. So the whole album, from beginning to end, is a form without content. They played with everything and anything they could find, and the result is a big nothing. But I didn't die of it, so if I could, I would've given it 1,5 stars. But the system does not allow, so, let it stay 2/5.

Strange.

I didn't know the music can be so woke!

Yes, yes, good for me...

When the law break in, how you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement, or waiting in death row? You can crush us, you can bruise us, but you'll have to answer to OOOOOH, THE GUNS OF BRIXTON!

I'd rather die than have to listen to this all over again once more.

Started great. Over & Over was really good, but everything after it was booooriiiing.

Mujahideen album.

Holy Mother of God!

3+3=3

Pleasant music to turn it on behind and not keeping notice of it. Put it on repeat and you will never get bored. But to listen it - it would be a huge deal. I did it now, once, and I will never do that again. Almost 3 hours!? No, thanks.

Really?

A pleasant surprise!

Beautiful!

I couldn't digest this, so I throw up.

Surprisingly beaufiful!

Teacher scratching on a blackboard with her fingernails is more listenable than whatever the f*** this is.

When this came out, it was huge. I didn't understand it then, and I still don't understand it.

Pretty solid music! But why that guy had to open his mouth?

This is the only album on the list for which I already knew in advance what rating it would get! 5/5—if it could be higher, I would always give it the maximum. Klaxons, together with Muse, are one of my two all-time favorite bands. I don’t even know how many times I’ve listened to Myths of the Near Future and Surfing the Void. They’re a band that defined the years when I was probably most interested in music overall. In fact, Klaxons are basically Muse—just Muse on steroids. I loved them, I love them, and I probably always will. What amazes me is how many people commented on the generator saying it’s a shame they hadn’t heard of the band until now. I don’t know if it’s just me, but until recently I thought there wasn’t a single person on the planet who hadn’t seen this performance from the Brit Awards 2008: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Csn0a3FJlA I don’t even know how many times I’ve kept the rhythm to Golden Skans, how many times I’ve replayed It’s Not Over Yet, how many times I’ve danced pointlessly (of course, when no one is watching) to Atlantis to Interzone, or how much I’ve enjoyed Gravity’s Rainbow and Magick… This was the album that opened my eyes to the idea that you can enjoy and love something different. And not just any kind of different, but something unique, one of a kind in the world—so much so that they even coined their own term for it: “new rave.” I have to admit that Surfing the Void is a more mature, more guitar-driven, more rock-oriented, cooler, and overall better album to me than this one. But this is the one through which I discovered Klaxons—the one that enchanted me, told me some myths of the near future, took me to the rainbow of gravity, and in the end told me that it’s not over yet. And it really wasn’t over. At least not for a few more years… And when it finally was over, and when I could no longer hear that vocal harmony between Jamie Reynolds and James Righton in new projects, there was some promise in the fact that Righton released a solo album. But it was far from Klaxons, so he ended up being best known for marrying (and, if I’m not mistaken, still being married to) Keira Knightley. And as they say—hope dies last—so that spark of hope in me never completely faded. It keeps reminding me that maybe… it’s not over... ...yet! P.S. This morning, when I saw that I finally got the album I had been waiting for the most—even though I know it better than any of the others—I was so impressed and thrilled, hoping it would be a beautiful day, that when Atlantis to Interzone started playing, a bald middle-aged man with headphones in his ears allowed himself to not give a fuck, and his silly dance was performed at a bus stop while he was waiting for the bus. Now he just hopes that no one saw him, like every time before. :D