A real moment of heat and rhythm. I’ve taken my share of salsa classes and this is the sound for the dance floor.

Them streets are rough, no doubt … all seems like a grind. So yeah, where is Cloud Nine?

I wanna smoke cigarettes and read Leonard Cohen poetry please

Rio is like stepping into a time capsule of neon, champagne, and windblown silk on a yacht. Unmistakable flair—glamorous, decadent, and bold. The ‘80s, captured in full technicolor glory.

Loud, raw, rebellious—this album throws a Brit punk anti-everything punch right to the eardrums. And like how perfect is the name Sid Vicious!!!

A pretty incredible intimate debut album full of ache and emotional depth … I remember how beautifully captivating Chris Martin’s voice was when this first hit.

The Brazilian feels indeed. I honestly didn’t know of this music or ever listened to it… unless it was playing at Cafe Brazil in LA…that place was so delicious, god I hope it’s still there.

I’ve liked a few Janelle Monáe tracks off Dirty Computer, but this was my first time listening to her debut album—and honestly, it didn’t quite land for me. She’s incredibly talented and theatrical, with a strong visual style. I can appreciate the creativity conceptually, but I just didn’t connect with the music on this one as much.

Guilty once again of not being super familiar with this album…now I get it. The Cure’s originality and range really hit me here. It’s eerie, feverish, almost hallucinatory in the best way. A spooky and immersive fever dream. I’d definitely listen again. “A Forest” is a standout.

This one leans into a kind of whimsical silliness—like a collection of quirky little sing-song character stories. It’s not an album I’d reach for instinctively, but some of these tracks definitely float around in the cultural ether. I remember hearing a few growing up or catching them in the general zeitgeist. Not quite my usual vibe, but I get the charm, sort of.

I came to Deerhunter a bit late, without any early associations, but this album has a number of tracks that stuck with me. It dives into themes like nostalgia, identity, purpose, spirituality, even death in a way that feels both intimate and universal. There’s a bittersweet, almost upbeat melancholy throughout that feels honest, not forced. Desire Lines a favorite. Helicopter stands out with layered instruments, and the final track, He Would Have Laughed, haunts me a bit.

As a Beach Boys-adjacent album, this album caught me off guard—I even wondered for a minute if it was made for kids (Vega-Tables). It’s different… psychedelic, a bit manic—like I’ve been dosed and can’t tell if it’s about to be a great trip or a total spiral. Thankfully, Good Vibrations is there to anchor the high. My favorite moment, though? “Eggs and grits and lickety split”… absolutely stealing that line for daily use.

Hot Rats is a surreal ride—a psychedelic rock-and-roll circus shaped by a wide range of influences. You can hear traces of rock, blues, jazz, classical, even beat vibes…all filtered through Zappa’s unmistakable avant-garde lens. What’s most striking is how purely he leans into artistic freedom. Unfiltered, fearless, and entirely nonconformist. A subtle genius, really. Cheers to doing it all his own way.

So this is not an album I’d reach for but admit I get the appeal. It’s built on a good blend of country, folk, and blues and ol’ Bonnie shares some relatable emotions for sure. Her voice is beautiful - steady and soulful and there is something powerful about the fact that she hit her stride in middle age singing about life’s unexpected turns: love, longing, and heartbreak…all the usual suspects, but with a grace that makes them hit deeper. “Have A Heart” does bring back a weirdly specific memory of it playing in the background at a local pizza arcade in the mid-90’s, and again at one of my mom’s friend’s houses. I’d probably sing along without knowing totally what the lyrics meant but now, I’m pretty sure some woman was blasting that track because her man was being a total POS. It tracks. I also kind of dig the "Road's My Middle Name" and hope I hear it someday while I'm on a road.

An unreal legend, and a badass album. This is one of the most unique and groundbreaking psychedelic rock records, probably, like… forever. Not only has it been influential - it sort of set the foundation, a sonic blueprint that shaped so much that followed. Listening to Hendrix feels like he dropped out of the sky from another planet, channeling some celestial, astral force through his guitar and voice. There’s an otherworldly quality…he was sent here just to leave his mark on music and culture - a supernatural force. I never really thought about what the word superstar truly meant—but yeah, Hendrix was that 100%.

I like this album overall—definitely had a few tracks like “Rebellion” on repeat back when it came out. The lyrics are strong and capture that early 2000s feeling of emotional shift, like in Garden State—grappling with loss, change, and a fading sense of innocence. I don’t listen to a ton of indie rock these days, but the nostalgia it delivers is undeniable.

Ummm, this album cover! Cute AF. I’m not a modern country fan AT ALL but can dabble in the oldies…and if we cut down on some of the heavy-handed holy vibes do I kind of find myself vibing with, “I am a Pilgrim”…a little bit?Are the instruments blessing us just a little? I dunno…I mean, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I see another dimension where it’s me, wearing a cowgirl romper, boots with sparkly stars, and a wide-brim hat, spinning slowly around on a red vinyl barstool in a tumbleweed bar drinking a Shirley Temple while “You Ain’t Going Nowhere” and “You Don’t Miss Your Water” plays on the dusty old jute box. And I’m happy for her….

Well, wasn’t that cute. But no thank you.

I used to listen to a fair amount of this genre, so revisiting feels a bit surreal. The repetition doesn’t hit the same for me now and I don’t connect with it like I once did. Still, I remember how fresh and exciting it felt at the time, and it’s clear how much it influenced what came after. “One Too Many Mornings” still stands out and holds up beautifully. And “Life Is Sweet” delivers with that gritty, dirty beat that gives it real texture.

Stepping into one of Bowie’s theatrical worlds is always a welcome escape. The album opens with a strong rock pulse, and from there, his vocals and the instrumentation carry a steady, immersive energy—confident, stylish, and unmistakably his.

I don’t know man, that’s a lot of trash and too much guitar for me.