I have already listened to this one. The hits: Planet Queen Life's a Gas Rip Off Solid, 8/10

I am in the majority (a supposed majority, that is) of people that would claim they do not fully 'understand' Jazz. I'm still very much inclined to feel this way, but what I can say is that Mingus does his best on each track to create ideas that welcome all with some pretty raucous, jovial and open arms. An absolute delight to give this one a listen, and really I salute the power––previously unbeknownst to me––of musical expression in Jazz. Sure, there are some weird moments, but they are all designed to bring me as the listener SOMEWHERE. "Touch my beloved's thought while her world's affluence crumbles at my feet". Spicy. Sad. Intriguing. 9/10

From "Beetlebum" to WOOOOhoooOOO song (2) it is easy to see why this eponymous album is a monolith of Brit pop or whatever the heck you want to call it. Their sound is one that has clearly moved away from the unknowingly, over concerned toothiness of a band like the Beatles or another Brit band I don't really deem to care enough about (I'm discovering that, maybe, I'm a little xenophobic when it comes to British people, specifically those of whom I'm an American counterpart; Jung really eats his heart out for this kind of stuff, projections and jealousy and whatnot) and transitions to a sound receptive to its time while moving the needle, or the whole scale really, of what it means to be a 'serious' or 'unserious' artist. I don't know, maybe I'm trying to say its defiant, but it isn't so in spite of its face. Blur's eponymous album pays tribute to their legacy, and unlike earlier, proto-Blur-sounding albums, it wonderfully defines their sound. All this being said, whatever. I don't really care for pre-00's pop. Still a job well done, 8/10.

Almahhoost CUT my heeeeair/ Happened justheotherday/ Was gettin/ KIIIIIIIIINDA lawwwwng/ Yeah Déjà Vu is right. Eat your heart out Olivia Rodrigo, this is Crosby, Stills and fuckin' Nash. ...AND THEN NEIL YOUNG!!!

B-B-B-B-B-B-BANGER! Always love listening to this one. It is, truly, in the key of life. 10/10

YEEEEEEEEAHHHHHH Coolest album I've ever listened to and one of the first experiences I had with ELP. Can't believe that I randomly saw Carl Palmer play a semi-live set before a YES (John Anderson) concert last summer. Like I literally had no idea he was opening for them. And I weep for Greg Lake, and I wonder what Keith is up to (update, he is also dead). "Supergroup" is so pertinent for a band like this. I always get lost in their work, and this album is no exception. Truly, just a fantastic assembly of beautiful and sensitive minds. Somewhere in this album you can hear Keith Emerson's fingers actually fuse to the keys of his organ. A 6/10 for someone who doesn't care. 10/10 from someone who does.