Can't just be me, but the only good thing to come out of this album is Fat by Weird Al. Pop masterpiece? Please. Pap, pablum, overproduced trash. Admittedly, part of my disdain for this disc is my overall disdain for MJ and his handlers. Like, how did anyone not know what was going on. FU, MJ.
Solid effort. Not in my top three S&G albums, but some standout tracks, and Homeward Bound is an absolute American classic. Solid 8 of 10 for me.
I get why people dig Sufjan, I really do. Just like I get why people like pineapple on pizza. Just isn't my jam. Appreciate the listen, but not a go to for me.
Ahh...my first 'cool older girl next door' record. To be honest, she was so cute to me I'd have given the Osmonds a second look if she wanted me to. Luckily, she had great taste. She was blasting this in her room and I could hear it in our driveway, shooting hoops with my dad. Saw her out in the yard later and mustered up "I like your music" with all the bravado a 12-year old with braces can in the face of a devastatingly beautiful HS senior. "Cool. I'll put it back on and put a speaker in the window." Asked mom to take me to the record store the next day so I could get a copy. Then I saw a kid her age kiss her as she got out of his car. Spell broken. Heart broken. Still have the vinyl, tho. So there's that. A top-ten metal album for me. And Changes is epic.
Okay. Not a popular take, but this record is not my jam. A couple of high notes, but overall, pretty meh. He rebounded like a mother, though.
Classic.
Stunning. Classic. Reimagined the genre. A black man at that time in America singing C&W. Charley Pride, Darius Rucker, et al thank you. As do I, sir!
Ok, haters: I am not a Cream fan. I mean, I appreciate the talent, and it's not like I don't dig some of their work, but, hey, who tosses Pet Sounds on the turntable on the reg. Great Clapton. Great Baker, but for me, meh. Sorry.
Epic. The first true peek into Pete's genius. Immortalized not by the movie or play, but by the spoof, 'Happy Jack' by Spinal Tap. Not my personal fave Who album, but so many bangers, so much influence on later bands, and such a precursor to what would become one of the greatest rock bands of all time. Worth a spin once a month or so, fer sher.
My personal fave Cat record. Every tune still holds up, from the classics to the (criminally) underplayed.
Not Neil's best work, some ragged singing with a few high notes.
Nope.
Much better bands of the time, but not a bad effort.
No sense reviewing a record that's been reviewed and rated as one of the most important albums ever. But I will say this: Not my favorite disc by Uncle Bob. Blood on the Tracks, Desire, and Blonde are all better records, in my humble opinion. But, if ya haven't spun this disc, spin it now. Because even the Dylan album in 73 is better than most other folks best efforts.
It's hot where I live. But take a cooler full of ice, a bottle of good rum, some limes, and plant yourself in an Adirondack chair while this album is blasting on the patio and, VOILA, instant good vibes, instant good mood. I could go on about the rhythms and beats, but the best thing I can say about this disc is I started out drinking alone, and three songs in three sets of neighbors were in my backyard with their coolers.
Picking a best Floyd album is like picking a favorite kid. Maybe the most ambitious? Deeply personal? No matter what, it's a standout piece of work.
Seriously? This? After 4 decades of monumental rap and hip hop albums? Sorry, not in my top 1000.
Can't just be me, but the only good thing to come out of this album is Fat by Weird Al. Pop masterpiece? Please. Pap, pablum, overproduced trash. Admittedly, part of my disdain for this disc is my overall disdain for MJ and his handlers. Like, how did anyone not know what was going on. FU, MJ.
I tried. I honestly tried to love The Doors. Then I tried to hate The Doors. Then I finally came to terms with accepting The Doors. Tons of great songs, tbh, but just never could buy into the whole Jim Morrison Serpent God bullshit. Peace Frog is a standout, but the rest...meh.
The worst of Led Zeppelin is better than most bands' best. And this isn't the worst (looking at you, Coda). It's not Houses, it's not IV, and that's alright. It's the followup to the album that brought them to the world, and it kicks fucking ass.
"I've never listened to Funkadelic" A: You're a moron. B: Yes, you have. If you've listened to rap or hip hop for the last 40+ years, you know who sampled them, even if you didn't know who they sampled. Seminal funk. Essential listening. 'Nuff said.
Ahh...the quintessential 'big sister' album. But c'mon. It wasn't just your big sister's music, it was America's soundtrack. It's where we fell in love, or adopted as our spirit animal, Stevie. And we can only hope it's where some 'discovered' the magic that lives in Lindsey's fretwork and Christine's angelic (better than Nicks, IMHO) voice. Take all that, and then factor in that this album was a declaration of war. The band was infighting, infucking, incredible, in the pocket and at the top of their formidable game. Only Richard and Linda Thompson have a better, "we're breaking up, let's kick some ass' disc. Enjoy. And tell your big sister thanks.