1001 Albums Summary

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“If I ever end up like U2 / slit my throat with a garden vegetable.” - Mark E. Smith

I can’t help it, I was dragged up My favourite parks are car parks Grass is something you smoke Birds are something you shag Take your "Year in Provence" And shove it up your ass

Now some guys they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece Some guys come home from work and wash up And go racing in the street

Only cowards skip Revolution 9

M.I.A. absolutely is influential enough to appear more than once

Time hits a lot harder these days

England was quizzical, in matters physical they were in their prime Surely this would be their time to shiii- i-i-ine Gareth their manager, majoring in mediocrity tells them not to attack Cos in football you never give the ball a whack-ack-ack-ack But as you’re expecting Bellingham to score, Southgate undelivers us once more Bang bang Southgate’s boring game plan came apart once again Bang bang Southgate’s boring game plan wasted another generation of men

“My name is David Fucking Thomas… and I’m the lead singer of the best fucking rock and roll band in the world” RIP

MY GIRL, MY GIRL, DON’T LIE TO ME

Far from their best album but “You Can Go Live At Home” is a bloody brilliant swan song

DON’T YOU WISH YOU NEVER, NEVER MET HER?

Oh no it’s all short and repetitive!!! That’s. The. Fucking. Point.

I won't share you, no I won't share you With the drive and the dreams inside This is my time

A landmark in French hip-hop (Prose Combat is better though)

I struggled with some demons They were middle class and tame

Every time I hear the crack of a whip My blood runs cold I remember on the slave ship How they brutalise our very souls Today they say that we are free Only to be chained in poverty Good God, I think it's illiteracy It's only a machine that makes money

An important and iconic record within and outside the genre but I'd put it behind "Equal Rights" and "Mama Africa"

Perfectly paced, the flow of the final four songs is incredible

Would still be a 5 even if it was just the first 10 seconds of Cherry Coloured Funk

America, your head's too big Because, America Your belly's too big And I love you, I just wish you'd stay where you belong Some of his best solo material is on here but it’s not fully consistent and leagues behind anything by The Smiths.

GOOO ON TAKE EVERYTHING, TAKE EVERYTHING, I WANT YOU TO If you like this do yourself a favour and check out Fontanelle by Babes in Toyland

Sounds like I need to check out pre Rollins Black Flag

On the shop floor There’s a calendar As obvious as snow As if we didn’t know

The European canon is here

I COULD TURN YOU INSIDE-OUT

But we can, you know we can We can, you know we can Let's lynch the landlord Let's lynch the landlord Let's lynch the landlord, man

What kinda fuckery is this?

With ice in her blood and a dove in her head Well, how does she feel when she's in your bed? When you're there in her arms and there in her legs Well, I'll be in her head 'Cause that's where I go and that's what I do And that's how it feels when the sex turns cruel Yes, both of us need her, this is the asphalt world

Poundland Funkadelic

Everyone should listen to Typical Girls before they get hit by a bus

And when I'm lying in my bed I think about life And I think about death And neither one particularly appeals to me

Linger on your pale blue eyes

Unparalleled to this day

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I've walked on water, run through fire Can't seem to feel it anymore

I got a letter from the government the other day I opened and read it, it said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me givin' a damn, I said, "Never" Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself because they never did I wasn't with it, but just that very minute It occurred to me, the suckers had authority

“Them belly full, but we hungry A hungry mob is an angry mob” “Because I feel like bombing a church Now that you know that the preacher is lying”

Post punk’s finest guitarist’s finest hour

When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion

Oh, and we were gone Hanging out with your dwarf men We were so turned on By your lack of conclusions

I can't believe that life's so complex When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

My name’s Henry and you’re with me now

Fame is but a fruit tree so very unsound It can never flourish 'til its stock is in the ground

I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colours made of tears

When I am on a pedestal, you did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare. I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare.

“I never travel far Without a little Big Star” Paul Westerberg

Weary inside, now our hearts lost forever Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings Open then shut, then slammed in our face

Kicks the door in with the immortal “Search and Destroy” and never lets up from there

Some day we’ll be dignified and old

It's so cold in Alaska