Just… wow. This is the most contrived bullshit I’ve heard in years, including that crappy MGMT album that popped up earlier this week. I had a sinking feeling from the e.e. cummings song titling and the zero-effort cover art. This hot garbage is void of any semblance of creativity, originality, or effort. It sounds like if the Black Keys actually admitted to themselves that they’re fucking hipsters, and channeled their newfound wannabe synthwave edginess into a failed attempt at playing David Bowie B-sides in the style of Radiohead circa 2002, fronted by a tone-deaf hack with an inferiority complex. This dumpster fire *might* pass as a live improv act at a stoner jam session, but the fact that this band actually spent time and money to prepare and record this shit undermines any credibility they can possibly claim as musicians and songwriters. Turning out this “album” has lots in common with failing a take-home exam. You had an abundance of time, resources, reference material, and collaborators, and you just… fucked around and doodled on the test papers instead? I can’t tell if LCD Soundsystem misunderstood the assignment here, or just didn’t give a shit. Either way, I’m equally pissed off that there’s evidently a demographic of brain-dead kool-aid drinkers who slurp this shit up like Catholics with their sacrament. I’m frothing at the mouth to know how this steaming pile made the 1001 list. It’s a categorical guarantee that literally any other album demonstrates more worthiness than this.

Meh. I get it as a work of self-expression, but I wouldn’t care to hear most of the album again. If that’s the point, then well done, I’m glad I listened to it 25 years later by subscription and didn’t go out of pocket for the CD. One and done.

Entirely boring and derivative shit. The 2005-2015 decade of modern pop is dead to me. Zero stars.

I see how this was groundbreaking and genre-defining in 1990. Sick beats, innovative fusion of jazz and hip-hop, classy execution.

Mesmerizing. I’m not a 20th century Nigerian history buff so the government critique element went over my head, but I could see this being an extremely effective medium to channel a message to the listener. Especially if they were smoking some of that sweet 70s grass. To this white Canadian in 2025, this album presents a timeless, infectious, motivating listening experience and will go into my regular rotation.

Based on the first track I thought I knew exactly what I was in for: 60s bubblegum pop. Boy was I wrong. The range of styles in this release and Dusty’s performance surprised me. She brought the fun. She brought the emotion. She brought the sass. She brought the rock. Excellent arrangements and recording quality elevated this listening experience even further. There’s something for everyone here. Something about Dusty’s voice struck me, and I realized after a few tracks that Adele sounds quite a lot like her. I wonder how much of an influence Dusty may have been? Adele would do well to break her career’s glass ceiling and rise with ambition to the stylistic and emotional diversity shown on this album.

I don't have the benefit of age and perspective to help me understand its impact on Afrobeat, but this album had me groovin real good. Great production values, sick performance, awesome songs. As a drummer who looks down on two-drummer performances and detests drum solos, I actually really enjoyed Ginger Baker's contributions to this album. Knowing the last track was a 15-minute drums-only performance, I wasn't really looking forward to it, but leading up to it with 45 minutes of killer Afrobeat created the right atmosphere and context.

Just… wow. This is the most contrived bullshit I’ve heard in years, including that crappy MGMT album that popped up earlier this week. I had a sinking feeling from the e.e. cummings song titling and the zero-effort cover art. This hot garbage is void of any semblance of creativity, originality, or effort. It sounds like if the Black Keys actually admitted to themselves that they’re fucking hipsters, and channeled their newfound wannabe synthwave edginess into a failed attempt at playing David Bowie B-sides in the style of Radiohead circa 2002, fronted by a tone-deaf hack with an inferiority complex. This dumpster fire *might* pass as a live improv act at a stoner jam session, but the fact that this band actually spent time and money to prepare and record this shit undermines any credibility they can possibly claim as musicians and songwriters. Turning out this “album” has lots in common with failing a take-home exam. You had an abundance of time, resources, reference material, and collaborators, and you just… fucked around and doodled on the test papers instead? I can’t tell if LCD Soundsystem misunderstood the assignment here, or just didn’t give a shit. Either way, I’m equally pissed off that there’s evidently a demographic of brain-dead kool-aid drinkers who slurp this shit up like Catholics with their sacrament. I’m frothing at the mouth to know how this steaming pile made the 1001 list. It’s a categorical guarantee that literally any other album demonstrates more worthiness than this.