Solid record. I like the alternate recordings and live versions better than these, but a good snapshot of this era.

The middle sags a lot, but this is a solid record. Win Butler's voice can start to grate on you after a while. Smart orchestration, some really fun time signatures.

All-time great record. The first half of this album absolutely cooks. But it does have a sequencing issue - after the certified stadium bangers on Side A, Side B almost feels like a different album. It may have been a deliberate choice, or a casualty of the cassette era's "you have to assume they're not flipping the sides" mentality. Still, either way, it feels like starting the meal with dessert before serving the vegetables. It's a landmark record, and both sides have their merits, but side B fades with a whimper.

A few decent songs (Thrasher, Pocahontas, Powderfinger) and utterly forgettable ones (Ride My Llama, Welfare Mothers, Sedan Delivery) sandwiched between an absolute banger cooked two ways. It's fine.

This album is a masterpiece.

Not necessarily my cup of tea, but the musicianship is great. This band is absolutely locked in, and the vocals are crisp. The production is a little muddled, and unlike most albums, the backend of this record is MUCH better than the front. Solid stuff.

This album is insane. It’s a work of art. It’s unabashed in its intensity, its craftsmanship, and its explosiveness. Funny, wry, sardonic: everything about this album is deliberate. Fiona redefined herself on this as a singular artist of her time. Damn near perfect.

Missy is the best. So much fun, so engaging. I’m sure I’ll return to this, but I don’t know if it’s exactly legendary. Really good, though.

I didn’t care for this at all. Too over-indulgent, too self-important. I always wondered where the worst metal bands got their inspiration. Now I know.

I was not in the right mood for an hour of someone claiming to be the king of soul when Al Green is still alive.