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Soft MachineOut-bloody-rageously awful.
Out-bloody-rageously awful.
Iâm really not sure what to say about this one - just like my last foray into what I suppose is termed âworld musicâ, this was effectively an hourâs worth of background music.
⌠nah.
It gets 3 stars for âHeroesâ alone. Quite liked âThe Secret Life of Arabiaâ too. The rest was utter nonsense.
Gets 2 stars for Roundabout. The rest is just prime Rick Wakeman knob twiddling guff.
So good it got a second listen.
Itâs getting 1*, and it should be grateful.
Meh.
Liked it more than I thought I would. Just about.
I suppose Maggie May is worth 2 stars.
I had never heard of Nick Drake before now, and I liked this much more than I thought I would.
I expected to like this much more than I did.
Could listen to Sade all day.
I liked this a lot more than I thought I would, but it loses a star for the unnecessary âjamâ tracks at the end.
Unnecessarily long. Did nothing for me, but I had forgotten about âThe Way You Moveâ, which I always liked, so it gains it an extra star.
Just dull. Dull, dull, dull.
Even the presence of the only Pink Floyd song I like being on this album couldnât save it. Absolute tripe.
Having spent over an hour of my day listening to this, I may as well have not bothered. Couldnât tell you anything about it.
It has a nice album cover, at least.
I didnât hate it, I suppose.
I think this made it onto the list by accident.
I shouldâve enjoyed this - but I didnât. At all. Completely forgettable, and far too long for a 6-track album.
This album should be grateful I canât give less than 1 star. So bad, it made my dogâs ears pin back with fear when she heard it.
It wasnât awful, but it wasnât close to being good either.
I fully anticipated despising this, having been on the Oasis side of the debate in the 90s. However, listening to it as an adult has me realising that they were a lot better than I remembered. Still canât stand Damon Albarnâs voice, mind you.
Out-bloody-rageously awful.
It wasnât the worst thing Iâve heard so far on this list, but it just wasnât for me.
Beyond âGlory Boxâ I was largely unfamiliar with Portishead, and this album is much the same vibe as that - not a bad thing, just not really my thing, really. Itâs atmospheric and I can see its appeal, but I doubt Iâll ever think about it or listen to it again.
I felt really conflicted about this because when itâs good - âLive Foreverâ, âSupersonicâ, âSlide Awayâ - itâs perfect. When itâs not, like with âDigsyâs Dinerâ, itâs just a bit forgettable. A solid 4* album, but not the 5* I assumed it would be when listening back as an adult.
I didnât hate this, but I genuinely couldnât tell you anything about it. Not for me, and totally forgettable.
I hovered between giving this 3* or 4* - itâs a decent album, with the standout obviously being âUp Around the Bendâ, but some of it was just a bit middle of the road. Out of the covers on the album, I preferred âI Heard It Through the Grapevineâ over the Roy Orbison cover, but it didnât need to be over 10mins long.
Albums shouldnât be instruction manuals.
It gets an extra star for amusing song titles.
I didnât hate it, but I didnât like it either - Iâve never been a fan of Suede and that opinion hasnât changed listening to them again as an adult.
A fabulous album, showcasing the tight grooves that would be heard on most of the defining hits of the next decade.
I was mildly drunk whilst listening to it, which I think helped.
I liked the opportunity to listen to an artist I have never heard of before and, whilst I didnât hate it, it just wasnât for me.
This was better than the last jazz offering thrown my way by this generator⌠but only just.
Even as a firm believer that The Beatles are hugely overrated, I quite liked this - it starts strong, with âTaxmanâ and âEleanor Rigbyâ already on my (very, very short) list of songs by The Beatles I actually like. I didnât even mind the sitar of âLove You Toâ (though do dislike the poor grammar), even after listening to Ravi Shankar earlier in this generator and despising it. However, by the time Ringo starts clapping away about his yellow submarine, the wheels had come off for me and, once more, I had started to wonder just what all the fuss is about.
My biggest problem with this album is that it feels like hard work to get to the good stuff - and this has some good stuff (compared to The Wall, which I heard earlier in the project, and was utter tripe beyond the title track). It just doesnât really feel like it was worth the effort, which takes all the shine (ahem) off of it.
I was sure I liked Roxy Music before I listened to this. Now Iâm not so sureâŚ
Each of Billy Joelâs 4 previous albums have âthatâ song on them - âThe Strangerâ, from beginning to end, is all âthatâ song; back to back classics that cemented him as musicâs great, New York storyteller.
I donât have the words to express how bad this was.
I donât mind Neil Young generally, but I find his early efforts quite dull and this is no exception.
Whilst my Curtis Mayfield knowledge may be limited, I was just expecting more from this - it never really got going, keeping itself firmly in the realm of (pretty underwhelming) baby making music.
I generally donât mind Cream, and this was on track for a middle-of-the-road 3* review from me. And then âMotherâs Lamentâ happened.
Iâm not as clinically depressed after it as I thought I would be, oddly.
In some moments, this album had flashes of what it could have been. Whilst the inclusion of âGood Vibrationsâ might have seemed like a good idea at the time, it only highlighted all the ways this album felt like a let down. Listening to this album the day after Brian Wilson passed away was still a lovely thing, though.
My inherent dislike of Bob Dylan stems from an almost visceral hatred of his voice. I have been reliably informed by my dad that, some day, Iâll get it - alas, that day hasnât come. Iâll be amazed if it ever does. Objectively, âLike a Rolling Stoneâ, is a good song - as are so many of his compositions. I just prefer when someone else sings them.
This just wasnât for me. I donât mind some of their later singles (especially the ones which have vocals), but this just didnât do it for me.
Having suffered the misfortune of listening to âHeroesâ earlier in the Generator, I went into this with low expectations. Just as well, because when we opened with a track that was 10mins long, I feared this was going to be another disaster. Thankfully, the album picked up after that - âGolden Yearsâ, already one of my favourite Bowie songs, and âTVC15â are obviously the standouts. The rest of the tracks are all quite inoffensive, but mostly unmemorable.
This is a bit of a slow burn to begin with but, once you hit âLovesongâ, picks up, and has a run of songs that cement this as maybe their most cohesive album. Itâs not perfect - you could lose probably 20 minutes of intro and outro, across the whole album, and it would still keep its coherence. Even my love of The Cure doesnât temper an dislike of too-long songs.
Adele is someone who can be a bit hit and miss for me (in terms of her music, not her as a person - Iâd very much like to be friends with her). The standout for me on this album has always been âRiver Leaâ, and listening to it again just reminds me how much I love it. Whilst there are some misses on this album for my personal taste, even they are clearly well-crafted, well-written tracks that show just what a talent she is.
The highlight is âStreet Lifeâ, but there was no need for it to be 11mins long. The rest of the album was all instrumental - something which, thanks to this project, Iâm learning I donât really like. Especially in this case, as I felt like I was listening to the sort of music youâd hear in the lobby of a hotel.
Iâd never heard of this album before but, as a fan of Costelloâs early work with The Attractions, had high hopes. I wasnât disappointed.
This was always going to be at least a 3* for me, given âItâs Trickyâ and âWalk This Wayâ are on this album. I enjoyed listening to the rest of it, although no other tracks stood out to me quite like the two biggies.
For an album that was only just over an hour long, it seemed to go on forever - and not in a good way. 99% of it sounded the same, to the point where, multiple times, I realised Iâd heard two or three different tracks instead of the one I assumed I was still listening to. âOnce Around the Blockâ is the only song Iâd heard before, and it is still lovely. I also really liked âDisillusionâ, which Iâd never heard until this project.
I really donât know what to say about this - I didnât hate it, but I couldnât tell you anything about it either. It went in one ear and out the other. Just not my thing.
Undoubtedly âSuperstitionâ is the standout track on this album; when the horn section kicks in midway through the first verse, the effect almost feels visceral. Sadly, the rest of the album feels almost like filler in comparison. It starts promisingly, but after âMaybe Your Babyâ, never really gets to the cohesive heights that will be found on an album like Innervsions or Songs in the Key of Life.
Beyond standouts âJuicyâ and âBig Poppaâ, this was little to write home about.
Iâm really not sure what to say about this one - just like my last foray into what I suppose is termed âworld musicâ, this was effectively an hourâs worth of background music.
Having already established that Iâm not a fan of albums which are purely instrumental, this was never going to score well from me. âGreen Onionsâ is obviously the track that is most well known, but opening with it meant I lost interest quite quickly after that.
My Joni Mitchell knowledge was limited as I lined this up for a listen, but I was fairly sure it wasnât going to be for me - and I was right. I can see her appeal, and why she is lauded, but she just doesnât do it for me. She nearly got a bonus star for her excellent grasp of a song-coming-in-under-three-minutes, but I resisted.
This album should be in my wheelhouse but, if it werenât for the title track, this would just be a standard 45mins of synth pop that isnât anything to write home about. If anything, all the tracks up to the title track are passable - then you get to the standout, and everything after is just boring in comparison.
My joy at noticing this album came in at less than 30mins was short lived.
This starts off strong with the classic âCry to Meâ but, having reached that peak so early, I felt it quickly descended into mediocrity.
Oh dear.
I didnât hate it, but donât lure me into a false sense of security with tight, under 3-minute tracks from the get go, only to throw a 17min track in at the end.
When one of the greatest songs in the world is your opening track, you set yourself up for listening to a masterpiece - thankfully, this is exactly what this album is. The title track remains as relevant today as it was in 1971 and, along with every other track on the album, demonstrates that politics and protest music doesnât need to sound angry - sometimes, it can sound as beautiful as this.
Whilst I can appreciate Nina Simoneâs talent, unfortunately I donât like her voice - and this album has her at her warbly âbestâ.
I was clearly spoiled with having Run DMC in this project previously, because it has all just been downhill on the hip-hop front since. I had never heard of this artist before, and Iâll not be running to catch his other work.
When the first couple of tracks included the lyric âbeat your meatâ and meowing, I nearly wrote this off as a batshit, 1-star listen that I would let in one ear and out the other. Then Kenny Loggins and Michael McDonald came to save the day. The following batch of tracks had great guest stars, tight grooves - and no more ridiculous lyrics. Despite the album picking up in the middle, I felt, as it got towards the end, it just became a bit dull. I was almost longing for more silly lyrics to at least make me react somehow. An excellent grasp of my rule of âkeep songs under four minutesâ though.
This album ultimately sums up my thoughts on Simon & Garfunkel: inoffensive, but does nothing for me.
This showcases everything ABBA do so well. âDancing Queenâ might just be the greatest pop song ever recorded, and âKnowing Me, Knowing Youâ (ah-haaa) is a fine example of the kind of ballideering that would culminate a few years later in the most devastating and heartbreaking of break-up songs. Itâs not a perfect album: songs like âWhen I Kissed the Teacherâ and âMy Love, My Lifeâ are a bit dull in comparison to the classics of their type. The latter, in particular, I can now only visualise as being sung by the ghost of Meryl Streep in âMamma Mia 2â.
This is the first of Supertrampâs albums that moves away from its art school wankery and into a poppier vibe. Songs like âBloody Well Rightâ and the classic âDreamerâ are clearly the standouts, but really this album starts to move the direction of traffic into something that will culminate in the masterpiece that is âBreakfast in Americaâ a few years later.
I genuinely could not tell you anything about this album, except I donât think I hated it?
Never again.
Having just suffered the indignity of listening to the Beastie Boys for this project, the only thing I can say is that it this album wasnât as bad as that.
I had actually managed to blank this album from my mind until I came to review it. Make of that what you will.
One day soon, this project will realise that no amount of offering me jazz will make me like the genre, and weâll all be happier for it.
I knew little about The Offspring prior to this, my knowledge largely extending to the song âPretty Fly (For a White Guy)â. Armed with that, and a general sense of how songs of this genre and era sounded, I didnât anticipate I would much like this. And I was right.
Yep. Still hate Radiohead.
Iâm almost glad Lauryn Hill has only released this one album, because itâs unlikely she will ever come close to its brilliance again. But weâve been through this - most songs of +4mins make me lose interest, and there is no need for excessively long outros. Even an album as great as this doesnât get let off.
I tried to come up with an actual review, but I couldnât.
Having never listened to anything by John Cale before, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed this. Very easy to listen to, a good, tight run time of 30-ish minutes. Lovely.
This is my favourite of the âworld musicâ selections weâve been offered as part of this project so far, for reasons I canât really explain. I just quite liked it.
Whilst I may have listened to this, it went in one ear and straight back out the other. So I guess that means I didnât hate it if I donât remember listening to it?
One of my favourite openings to an album is this. âRunninâ with the Devilâ leads into a run of songs which showcase Van Halen at their very best. âEruptionâ highlights the talent of Eddie Van Halen in a little over a minute and a half, and then a rockinâ version of âYou Really Got Meâ leads to my album highlight of âAinât Talkinâ âBout Love.â A solid debut that I donât think they topped with their subsequent releases.
Would this have been the album Iâd pick? No. But it doesnât really matter. RIP Ozzy đ¤
This sounds like what I imagine an acid trip feels like.
Knowing very little about Harry Nilsson, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed this album. âWithout Youâ still sounds better coming from the mouth of Mariah Carey, and âCoconutâ made me smile - I hadnât realised that was a Nilsson song. All in all, this was an easy listening joy.
This is now my second Joni Mitchell album of this project, and I still donât really get it - maybe itâll be third time lucky?
If you asked me to imagine what Talking Heads sounded like, it would probably be this album. I enjoyed listening to it, and was familiar with some of the tracks, but it was just missing something for me - I donât know what that something is, but their output during the 80s has always been my preference over their earlier stuff.
This starts off strong, with âMy Name Isâ and âGuilty Conscienceâ being your opening tracks - a problem, because the album never reaches those heights again. What this does give you is a glimpse into the lyrical genius of Eminem, and a feel for just how good his later albums will be. This one is just not quite there.
I had never heard of Bert Jansch before this and, whilst this was inoffensive and easy to listen to, Iâm not sure Iâd actively seek out his other works.
I still donât like Bob Dylan, but his voice was less grating on this album so it gets an extra star.
Sometimes words are not enough to convey how truly bad something is. This is one such time.
Being only really familiar with their hits, I was a fan of âSpellboundâ already. I have learned from this project that plenty of albums start going downhill after âthe hitâ - refreshingly, that wasnât the case here. This is a consistently strong album, showing Siouxsieâs unique sound.
I donât know who I pissed off to have Tom Waits so soon after Captain Beefheart and Bob Dylan, but Iâm sorry.
If ever an album highlighted the reason why the singles were chosen for release, itâs this one. âFrozenâ, especially, is the standout and still sounds amazing, but Iâve always enjoyed âThe Power of Good-Byeâ, as well. Whilst the rest of the album is cohesive, with William Orbitâs fingerprints all over it, the album tracks just sound like filler compared to the singles.
This is an album in two halves: the first half is a belter - âRolling in the Deepâ still sounds as good as it did the day it was released and begins an almost perfect run of tracks, any of which would be strong enough to release as singles. The second half of the album loses some of that momentum for me, and isnât as strong. It took me a minute to realise âLovesongâ was a (quite nice) cover of The Cure and, of course, âSomeone Like Youâ will forever be the heartbreak anthem of the 2010s, and is the standout track at the back-end of the album.
There is a period in the 90s where I think U2 become a bit guff - this album is the start of that process. âOneâ is a beautiful song (even if I do prefer the later version with Mary J. Blige), but Iâve never really got the rest of the tracks - even the other singles. It just wasnât for me, but was still inoffensive (or as inoffensive as I can find Bono) enough not to hate.
For a split second I considered giving this 3* on account of the fact that I like the video of Subterranean Homesick Blues, and think the line âYou donât need a weatherman to know which way the wind blowsâ might be one of the finest ever written. Hearing âMr Tambourine Manâ in its original construction also highlights what a delightful and beautiful song it is. But none of that changes the fact I just canât get over the vocal style of Bob Dylan and, no matter how talented I can objectively say he is, I wonât ever enjoy his music or see how others can enjoy it.
I really donât know what to make of this - Iâm not even sure if I liked it - but it certainly had my attention. I just donât know if that was for good or bad reasons. Indisputable, however, is the fact that singer Jay Andersonâs best contribution to music is his work as Kevinâs guitar player in his tribute band in âThe Officeâ (and his composing the theme tune to the show, I suppose).
Iâm not particularly a fan of Iron Maiden, but I suppose this sounds exactly how you think a Maiden album would sound - soaring vocals, interesting lyrical imagery, and unnecessarily long guitar solos. Ticks all the boxes if itâs your thing, I guess - it just isnât really mine.
This darkness of this album, I would imagine, reflected Ian Curtisâs state of mind during its recording. I found it an uncomfortable listen; very âmoodyâ, for want of a better word, and very dark and despairing. I didnât enjoy it, at all, but giving it only 1* feels harsh, for some reason.
This started strong, with an excellent run of tracks (who doesnât love a childrenâs choir?!) until you get to the brilliant âLifeâs What You Make Itâ. At this point, the album hits a bit of a lull and I have zero recollection of any of the tracks - until we get to the closing number. All 8 and a half minutes of it. Which, as weâve already been through, is unnecessary. All in all, itâs 5* for the first half of the album. The second half is absolute dirge.
This is a bizarre album. Its standout track is âPsycho Killerâ - which is a song which does not fit the overall vibe of the album (which is quite⌠happy? For want of a better word). It also makes you wait for said standout track - it finally appears as the penultimate song on the album. By the time I got there, I had lost interest.
I didnât mind this, even though I knew that it wouldnât really be my thing. Bonus points for sharp, non-rambly songs that show you can get to the point in under 3mins should you desire.
This album just didnât do it for me, despite it being a Pharrell / The Neptunes record. âShe Wants to Moveâ is incredible - still sounding as unique as it did 20yrs ago, but the rest is, despite some talented guest appearances, a bit of a let down. âThe Way She Dancesâ is a funky joy with a great guitar hook. I suspect I would have much better enjoyed an album in the same vein as those two standout tracks. I also expected more from a producer of the talents of Pharrell Williams when it comes to track length - he, if anyone, should have the ability to craft and execute a tight pop song in less than 4mins. No need for any of this 8 and a half minute nonsense.
Itâs the Pet Shop Boys, so already there will be a lot to like about this album. I just didnât love it - it was all a bit early 90s, euro-dance for me to really love it. It also suffers the unfortunate fact of having âGo Westâ as its closing track - a song that I have an abject dislike of. All in all, though, it kept my attention and my interest throughout, and I had largely quite a nice time listening to it.
I am yet to remain convinced that The Who are not massively overrated. This album did nothing to change that opinion. Clearly âMy Generationâ is the standout track, and all of the others barely registered with me. Kudos to them for having short songs, though.