Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐🌘 (4.5/5 Moody Morrisseys) This is The Smiths at their most bleak, bratty, and brilliant. It’s a melodic existential crisis served with jangle-pop guitars and enough poetic bitterness to ruin your lunch and your worldview. It’s not here to comfort you—it’s here to make you uncomfortable in beautiful ways. There are no bops here. There are melancholic marches, sarcastic ballads, and Morrissey monologues disguised as songs. Johnny Marr’s guitar work sparkles like sadness in the sun, while Morrissey floats above it all like an emotionally repressed ghost in a thrift-store blazer. This isn’t an album—it’s emotional passive-aggression with a rhythm section.

Lol did not know Kanye "sampled" their song. Amazing album.

Good songs. Coldplay is not really my type. I did find this to be their better album.

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ / 5 Yes, five stars. You can’t improve on a record that already sounds like it was made in the backseat of a broken pickup truck driving through rural heartbreak. ⸻ The Sound: Harvest is what happens when folk, country, and rock all sit around a fire and quietly fall apart together. It’s got that lo-fi authenticity you can’t fake—half of it sounds like it was recorded in a barn because, fun fact, it was. Literal barn acoustics. He invented the Spotify “cabin-core” playlist before playlists were a thing. Standouts: • “Heart of Gold” — Yes, it’s the hit. Yes, it’s still good. Go cry in your car like the rest of us. • “Old Man” — Neil Young’s gentle roast of future-him. • “The Needle and the Damage Done” — Two minutes of “let me quietly devastate your spirit.” • “A Man Needs a Maid” — So vulnerable it’s almost awkward. Like reading someone’s journal but with orchestral strings. Why It Matters: Because this album isn’t trying to impress you. It’s not overproduced. It’s not trendy. It’s just… true. You can hear the wood in the guitar. You can hear the ache in Neil’s voice. It’s the audio version of someone slowly lighting a cigarette, pausing, then going, “…yeah.” ⸻ Final Verdict: Harvest is like emotional compost—rich, earthy, sad, and necessary. If you don’t give it five stars, that’s fine. Just don’t talk to me about your taste in music ever again.

🎧 Review of Jagged Little Pill Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ / 5 Cry-Screams This album is a time capsule full of jagged feelings, diary entries written in Sharpie, and the sound of a woman who found out you cheated and wrote a platinum-selling album instead of texting you 87 times at 3AM. It feels. And it makes you feel. Loudly. Messily. Perfectly. Alanis didn’t just make an album—she gave us all a permission slip to be emotionally unhinged and poetic at the same time.

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐🌘 (4.5/5 Moody Morrisseys) This is The Smiths at their most bleak, bratty, and brilliant. It’s a melodic existential crisis served with jangle-pop guitars and enough poetic bitterness to ruin your lunch and your worldview. It’s not here to comfort you—it’s here to make you uncomfortable in beautiful ways. There are no bops here. There are melancholic marches, sarcastic ballads, and Morrissey monologues disguised as songs. Johnny Marr’s guitar work sparkles like sadness in the sun, while Morrissey floats above it all like an emotionally repressed ghost in a thrift-store blazer. This isn’t an album—it’s emotional passive-aggression with a rhythm section.

⭐ Review: 4.9/5 Spacey Existential Gut-Punches This album isn’t here to entertain you. It’s here to haunt you, hug you, and then gently whisper, “Remember when things meant something?” It’s only 5 tracks long, but somehow feels like a decade of your life flashing before your eyes while you stand in the rain at an abandoned carnival.

⭐ Rating: 4.7/5 Urban Ghosts Smoking in the Rain This album basically invented trip-hop, which is music for people who want to be sad but also mysterious. It’s jazz, soul, reggae, hip-hop, and existentialism layered like emotional lasagna. Every track is slow, heavy, and weirdly intimate—like the music knows something about you that you haven’t admitted yet. It doesn’t ask for your attention. It assumes it already owns you.

Love it. Smells like that basement live venue in Central Sq, Cambridge.

⭐ My Rating: 4.5/5 Global Bangers Screaming in Five Languages This album is LOUD. It’s messy on purpose, and it doesn’t ask for your approval—it claims space like it’s kicking colonialism in the shin and then dancing on the table. It’s not “polished.” It’s powerful. It’s raw, glitchy, chaotic, political, and deeply fun—like if a protest wore a crop top and set your stereo on fire. M.I.A. doesn’t rap at you—she throws entire ideologies at your face in rhyme form.

⭐ Rating: 3.8/5 Well-Groomed Sad Boys in Perfect Harmony It’s clean. It’s charming. It’s not trying to change the world—just trying to get their girlfriend back. And you know what? There’s something comfortingly dramatic about that.

⭐ Rating: 3.8/5 Well-Groomed Sad Boys in Perfect Harmony It’s clean. It’s charming. It’s not trying to change the world—just trying to get their girlfriend back. And you know what? There’s something comfortingly dramatic about that.